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‘
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
.
’
‘
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
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
.
