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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
.
’
