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with this odd request； if she had any disposition to do so。
Therefore she did as she was told； and did it with such nervous
hands that her hair （which was luxuriant and beautiful） fell all
about her face。
‘Why； bless my heart！’ exclaimed Miss Betsey。 ‘You are a very
Baby！’
My mother was； no doubt； unusually youthful in appearance
even for her years； she hung her head； as if it were her fault； poor
thing； and said； sobbing； that indeed she was afraid she was but a
childish widow； and would be but a childish mother if she lived。 In
a short pause which ensued； she had a fancy that she felt Miss
Betsey touch her hair； and that with no ungentle hand； but；
looking at her； in her timid hope； she found that lady sitting with
the skirt of her dress tucked up； her hands folded on one knee；
and her feet upon the fender； frowning at the fire。
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‘In the name of Heaven；’ said Miss Betsey； suddenly； ‘why
Rookery？’
‘Do you mean the house； ma’am？’ asked my mother。
‘Why Rookery？’ said Miss Betsey。 ‘Cookery would have been
more to the purpose； if you had had any practical ideas of life；
either of you。’
‘The name was Mr。 Copperfield’s choice；’ returned my mother。
‘When he bought the house； he liked to think that there were
rooks about it。’
The evening wind made such a disturbance just now； among
some tall old elm…trees at the bottom of the garden； that neither
my mother nor Miss Betsey could forbear glancing that way。 As
the elms bent to one another； like giants who were whispering
secrets； and after a few seconds of such repose； fell into a violent
flurry； tossing their wild arms about； as if their late confidences
were really too wicked for their peace of mind； some
weatherbeaten ragged old rooks’…nests； burdening their higher
branches； swung like wrecks upon a stormy sea。
‘Where are the birds？’ asked Miss Betsey。
‘The—？’ My mother had been thinking of something else。
‘The rooks—what has become of them？’ asked Miss Betsey。
‘There have not been any since we have lived here；’ said my
mother。 ‘We thought—Mr。 Copperfield thought—it was quite a
large rookery； but the nests were very old ones； and the birds have
deserted them a long while。’
‘David Copperfield all over！’ cried Miss Betsey。 ‘David
Copperfield from head to foot！ Calls a house a rookery when
there’s not a rook near it； and takes the birds on trust； because he
sees the nests！’
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‘Mr。 Copperfield；’ returned my mother； ‘is dead； and if you dare
to speak unkindly of him to me—’
My poor dear mother； I suppose； had some momentary
intention of committing an assault and battery upon my aunt； who
could easily have settled her with one hand； even if my mother had
been in far better training for such an encounter than she was that
evening。 But it passed with the action of rising from her chair； and
she sat down again very meekly； and fainted。
When she came to herself； or when Miss Betsey had restored
her； whichever it was； she found the latter standing at the window。
The twilight was by this time shading down into darkness； and
dimly as they saw each other； they could not have done that
without the aid of the fire。
‘Well？’ said Miss Betsey； coming back to her chair； as if she had
only been taking a casual look at the prospect； ‘and when do you
expect—’
‘I am all in a tremble；’ faltered my mother。 ‘I don’t know what’s
the matter。 I shall die； I am sure！’
‘No； no； no；’ said Miss Betsey。 ‘Have some tea。’
‘Oh dear me； dear me； do you think it will do me any good？’
cried my mother in a helpless manner。
‘Of course it will；’ said Miss Betsey。 ‘It’s nothing but fancy。
What do you call your girl？’
‘I don’t know that it will be a girl； yet； ma’am；’ said my mother
innocently。
‘Bless the Baby！’ exclaimed Miss Betsey； unconsciously quoting
the second sentiment of the pincushion in the drawer upstairs； but
applying it to my mother instead of me； ‘I don’t mean that。 I mean
your servant…girl。’
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‘Peggotty；’ said my mother。
‘Peggotty！’ repeated Miss Betsey； with some indignation。 ‘Do
you mean to say； child； that any human being has gone into a
Christian church； and got herself named Peggotty？’
‘It’s her surname；’ said my mother； faintly。 ‘Mr。 Copperfield
called her by it； because her Christian name was the same as
mine。’
‘Here！ Peggotty！’ cried Miss Betsey； opening the parlour door。
‘Tea。 Your mistress is a little unwell。 Don’t dawdle。’
Having issued this mandate with as much potentiality as if she
had been a recognized authority in the house ever since it had
been a house； and having looked out to confront the amazed
Peggotty coming along the passage with a candle at the sound of a
strange voice； Miss Betsey shut the door again； and sat down as
before： with her feet on the fender； the skirt of her dress tucked
up； and her hands folded on one knee。
‘You were speaking about its being a girl；’ said Miss Betsey。 ‘I
have no doubt it will be a girl。 I have a presentiment that it must
be a girl。 Now child； from the moment of the birth of this girl—’
‘Perhaps boy；’ my mother took the liberty of putting in。
‘I tell you I have a presentiment that it must be a girl；’ returned
Miss Betsey。 ‘Don’t contradict。 From the moment of this girl’s
birth； child； I intend to be her friend。 I intend to be her godmother；
and I beg you’ll call her Betsey Trotwood Copperfield。 There must
be no mistakes in life with this Betsey Trotwood。 There must be no
trifling with her affections； poor dear。 She must be well brought
up； and well guarded from reposing any foolish confidences where
they are not deserved。 I must make that my care。’
There was a twitch of Miss Betsey’s head； after each of these
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sentences； as if her own old wrongs were working within her； and
she repressed any plainer reference to them by strong constraint。
So my mother suspected； at least； as she observed her by the low
glimmer of the fire： too much scared by Miss Betsey； too uneasy in
herself； and too subdued and bewildered altogether； to observe
anything very clearly； or to know what to say。
‘And was David good to you； child？’ asked Miss Betsey； when
she had been silent for a little while； and these motions of her head
had gradually ceased。 ‘Were you comfortable together？’
‘We were very happy；’ said my mother。 ‘Mr。 Copperfield was
only too good to me。’
‘What； he spoilt you； I suppose？’ returned Miss Betsey。
‘For being quite alone and dependent on myself in this rough
world again； yes； I fear he did indeed；’ sobbed my mother。
‘Well！ Don’t cry！’ said Miss Betsey。 ‘You were not equally
matched； child—if any two people can be equally matched—and so
I asked the question。 You were an orphan； weren’t you？’
‘Yes。’
‘And a governess？’
‘I was nursery…governess in a family where Mr。 Copperfield
came to visit。 Mr。 Copperfield was very kind to me； and took a
great deal of notice of me； and paid me a good deal of attention；
and at last proposed to me。 And I accepted him。 And so we were
married；’ said my mother simply。
‘Ha！ Poor Baby！’ mused Miss Betsey； with her frown still bent
upon the fire。 ‘Do you know anything？’
‘I beg your pardon； ma’am；’ faltered my mother。
‘About keeping house； for instance；’ said Miss Betsey。
‘Not much； I fear；’ returned my mother。 ‘Not so much as I could
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wish。 But Mr。 Copperfield was teaching me—’
（‘Much he knew about it himself！’） said Miss Betsey in a
parenthesis。
—‘And I hope I should have improved； being very anxious to
learn； and he very patient to teach me； if the great misfortune of
his death’—my mother broke down again here； and could get no
farther。
‘Well； well！’ said Miss Betsey。
—‘I kept my housekeeping…book regularly； and balanced it with
Mr。 Copperfield every night；’ cried my mother in another burst of
distress； and breaking down again。
‘Well； well！’ said Miss Betsey。 ‘Don’t cry any more。’
—‘And I am sure we never had a word of difference respecting
it； except when Mr。 Copperfield objected to my threes and fives
being too much like each other； or to my putting curly tails to my
sevens and nines；’ resumed my mother in another burst； and
breaking down again。
‘You’ll make yourself ill；’ said Miss Betsey； ‘and you know that
will not be good either for you or for my god…daughter。 Come！ You
mustn’t do it！’
This argument had some share in quieting my mother； though
her increasing indisposition had a larger one。 There was an
interval of silence； only broken by Miss Betsey’s occasionally
ejaculating ‘Ha！’ as she sat with her feet upon the fender。
‘David had bought an annuity for himself with his money； I
know；’ said she； by and by。 ‘What did he do for you？’
‘Mr。 Copperfield；’ said my mother； answering with some
difficulty； ‘was so considerate and good as to secure the reversion
of a part of it to me。’
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‘How much？’ asked Miss Betsey。
‘A hundred and five pounds a year；’ said my mother。
‘He might have done worse；’ said my aunt。
The word was appropriate to the moment。 My mother was so
much worse that Peggotty； coming in with the teaboard and
candles； and seeing at a glance how ill she was；—as Miss Betsey
might have done sooner if there had been light enough；—
conveyed her upstairs to her own room with all speed； and
immediately dispatched Ham Peggotty； her nephew； who had
been for some days past secreted in the house； unknown to my
mother； as a special messenger in case of emergency； to fetch the
nurse and doctor。
Those allied powers were considerably astonished； when they
