Cheer up,

　　Mr. Peggotty  (who never  shut his  mouth once,  I remember,  during the  visit) showed great concern when he saw me do this, and nudged Ham to say something.

　　'Cheer up, Mas'r Davy bor'!' said Ham, in his simpering way.  'Why, how you have growed!'

　　'Am  I  grown?' I  said,  drying my  eyes.   I was  not  crying at  anything  in particular that I know of; but somehow it made me cry, to see old friends.

　　'Growed, Mas'r Davy bor'?  Ain't he growed!' said Ham.

　　'Ain't he growed!' said Mr. Peggotty.

　　They made  me laugh  again by  laughing at  each other,  and then  we all  three laughed until I was in danger of crying again.

　　'Do you know how mama  is, Mr. Peggotty?' I said.   'And how my dear, dear,  old Peggotty is?'

　　'Oncommon,' said Mr. Peggotty.

　　'And little Em'ly, and Mrs. Gummidge?'

　　'On - common,' said Mr. Peggotty.

　　There was a silence.  Mr. Peggotty, to relieve it, took two prodigious lobsters, and an enormous crab, and a large canvas bag of shrimps, out of his pockets, and piled them up in Ham's arms.