"I am much obliged to Mrs.Jellyby.
Oh, dear me! This is a very trying wind!" We were busy with Peepy, taking off his clerical hat, asking him if he remembered us, and so on.

Peepy retired behind his elbow at first, but relented at the sight of sponge-cake and allowed me to take him on my lap, where he sat munching quietly.

Mr.Jarndyce then withdrawing into the temporary growlery, Miss Jellyby opened a conversation with her usual abruptness.
"We are going on just as bad as ever in Thavies Inn," said she.

"I have no peace of my life.

Talk of Africa! I couldn't be worse off if I was a what's-his-name--man and a brother!" I tried to say something soothing.
"Oh, it's of no use, Miss Summerson," exclaimed Miss Jellyby, "though I thank you for the kind intention all the same.