Can you suppose there's any harm in looking as cheerful and being as cheerful as our poor circumstances will permit?
For your popular rumour, unlike the rolling stone of the proverb, is one which gathers a deal of moss in its wanderings up and down.
God bless us, every one!
I was a blacksmith's boy but yesterday; I am - what shall I say I am today?
Nobody near me here, but rats, and they are fine stealthy secret fellows.
"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?"