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My Aunt Makes up Her Mind About Me

           Foryourverygreatpoliteness,Iamsure,’saidMissMurdstone;withanironywhichnomoreaffectedmyaunt,thanitdiscomposedthecannonIhadsleptbyatChatham.

           ‘Andwhatdoestheboysay?’saidmyaunt.‘Areyoureadytogo,David?’

           Iansweredno,andentreatedhernottoletmego.IsaidthatneitherMr.norMissMurdstonehadeverlikedme,orhadeverbeenkindtome.Thattheyhadmademymama,whoalwayslovedmedearly,unhappyaboutme,andthatIknewitwell,andthatPeggottyknewit.IsaidthatIhadbeenmoremiserablethanIthoughtanybodycouldbelieve,whoonlyknewhowyoungIwas.AndIbeggedandprayedmyauntIforgetinwhattermsnow,butIrememberthattheyaffectedmeverymuchthentobefriendandprotectme,formyfather’ssake.

           ‘Mr.Dick,’saidmyaunt,‘whatshallIdowiththischild?’

           Mr.Dickconsidered,hesitated,brightened,andrejoined,‘Havehimmeasuredforasuitofclothesdirectly.’

           ‘Mr.Dick,’saidmyaunttriumphantly,‘givemeyourhand,foryourcommonsenseisinvaluable.’Havingshakenitwithgreatcordiality,shepulledmetowardsherandsaidtoMr.Murdstone:

           ‘Youcangowhenyoulike;I’lltakemychancewiththeboy.Ifhe’sallyousayheis,atleastIcandoasmuchforhimthen,asyouhavedone.ButIdon’tbelieveawordofit.’

           ‘MissTrotwood,’rejoinedMr.

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