All within was the same, down to the seaweed in the blue mug in my bedroom.

I went into the out-house to look about me; and the very same lobsters, crabs, and crawfish possessed by the same desire to pinch the world in general, appeared to be in the same state of conglomeration in the same old corner.
But there was no little Em'ly to be seen, so I asked Mr.Peggotty where she was.
'She's at school, sir,' said Mr.Peggotty, wiping the heat consequent on the porterage of Peggotty's box from his forehead; 'she'll be home,' looking at the Dutch clock, 'in from twenty minutes to half-an-hour's time.

We all on us feel the loss of her, bless ye!' Mrs.Gummidge moaned.
'Cheer up, Mawther!' cried Mr.Peggotty.
'I feel it more than anybody else,' said Mrs.Gummidge; 'I'm a lone lorn creetur', and she used to be a'most the only thing that didn't go contrary with me.' Mrs.Gummidge, whimpering and shaking her head, applied herself to blowing the fire.

Mr.Peggotty, looking round upon us while she was so engaged, said in a low voice, which he shaded with his hand: 'The old 'un!' From this I rightly conjectured that no improvement had taken place since my last visit in the state of Mrs.Gummidge's spirits.
Now, the whole place was, or it should have been, quite as delightful a place as ever; and yet it did not impress me in the same way.

I felt rather disappointed with it.