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1My sister, Mrs. Joe Gargery, was more than twenty years older than I, and had established a great reputation with
2herself and the neighbours because she had brought me up "by hand." Having at that time to find out for myself what the
3expression meant, and knowing her to have a hard and heavy hand, and to be much in the habit of laying it upon her
4husband as well as upon me, I supposed that Joe Gargery and I were both brought up by hand. She was not a good-looking
5woman, my sister; and I had a general impression that she must have made Joe Gargery marry her by hand. Joe was a fair
6man, with curls of flaxen hair on each side of his smooth face, and with eyes of such a very undecided blue that they
7seemed to have somehow got mixed with their own whites. He was a mild, good-natured, sweet-tempered, easy-going,
8foolish, dear fellow,--a sort of Hercules in strength, and also in weakness. My sister, Mrs. Joe, with black hair and
9eyes, had such a prevailing redness of skin that I sometimes used to wonder whether it was possible she washed herself
10with a nutmeg-grater instead of soap. She was tall and bony, and almost always wore a coarse apron, fastened over her
11figure behind with two loops, and having a square impregnable bib in front, that was stuck full of pins and needles. She
12made it a powerful merit in herself, and a strong reproach against Joe, that she wore this apron so much. Though I
13really see no reason why she should have worn it at all; or why, if she did wear it at all, she should not have taken it
14off, every day of her life. Joe's forge adjoined our house, which was a wooden house, as many of the dwellings in our
15country were,--most of them, at that time. When I ran home from the churchyard, the forge was shut up, and Joe was
16sitting alone in the kitchen. Joe and I being fellow-sufferers, and having confidences as such, Joe imparted a
17confidence to me, the moment I raised the latch of the door and peeped in at him opposite to it, sitting in the chimney
18corner. "Mrs. Joe has been out a dozen times, looking for you, Pip. And she's out now, making it a baker's dozen." "Is
19she?" "Yes, Pip," said Joe; "and what's worse, she's got Tickler with her." At this dismal intelligence, I twisted the
20only button on my waistcoat round and round, and looked in great depression at the fire. Tickler was a wax-ended piece
21of cane, worn smooth by collision with my tickled frame. "She sot down," said Joe, "and she got up, and she made a grab
22at Tickler, and she Ram-paged out. That's what she did," said Joe, slowly clearing the fire between the lower bars with
23the poker, and looking at it; "she Ram-paged out, Pip." "Has she been gone long, Joe?" I always treated him as a larger
24species of child, and as no more than my equal. "Well," said Joe, glancing up at the Dutch clock, "she's been on the
25Ram-page, this last spell, about five minutes, Pip. She's a-coming! Get behind the door, old chap, and have the
26jack-towel betwixt you." I took the advice. My sister, Mrs. Joe, throwing the door wide open, and finding an obstruction
27behind it, immediately divined the cause, and applied Tickler to its further investigation. She concluded by throwing
28me--I often served as a connubial missile--at Joe, who, glad to get hold of me on any terms, passed me on into the
29chimney and quietly fenced me up there with his great leg. "Where have you been, you young monkey?" said Mrs. Joe,
30stamping her foot. "Tell me directly what you've been doing to wear me away with fret and fright and worrit, or I'd have
31you out of that corner if you was fifty Pips, and he was five hundred Gargerys." "I have only been to the churchyard,"
32said I, from my stool, crying and rubbing myself. "Churchyard!" repeated my sister. "If it warn't for me you'd have been
33to the churchyard long ago, and stayed there. Who brought you up by hand?" "You did," said I. "And why did I do it, I
34should like to know?" exclaimed my sister. I whimpered, "I don't know." "I don't!" said my sister. "I'd never do it
35again! I know that. I may truly say I've never had this apron of mine off since born you were. It's bad enough to be a
36blacksmith's wife (and him a Gargery) without being your mother." My thoughts strayed from that question as I looked
37disconsolately at the fire. For the fugitive out on the marshes with the ironed leg, the mysterious young man, the file,
38the food, and the dreadful pledge I was under to commit a larceny on those sheltering premises, rose before me in the
39avenging coals. "Hah!" said Mrs. Joe, restoring Tickler to his station. "Churchyard, indeed! You may well say
40churchyard, you two." One of us, by the by, had not said it at all. "You'll drive me to the churchyard betwixt you, one
41of these days, and O, a pr-r-recious pair you'd be without me!" As she applied herself to set the tea-things, Joe peeped
42down at me over his leg, as if he were mentally casting me and himself up, and calculating what kind of pair we
43practically should make, under the grievous circumstances foreshadowed. After that, he sat feeling his right-side flaxen
44curls and whisker, and following Mrs. Joe about with his blue eyes, as his manner always was at squally times. My sister
45had a trenchant way of cutting our bread and butter for us, that never varied. First, with her left hand she jammed the
46loaf hard and fast against her bib,--where it sometimes got a pin into it, and sometimes a needle, which we afterwards
47got into our mouths. Then she took some butter (not too much) on a knife and spread it on the loaf, in an apothecary
48kind of way, as if she were making a plaster,--using both sides of the knife with a slapping dexterity, and trimming and
49moulding the butter off round the crust. Then, she gave the knife a final smart wipe on the edge of the plaster, and
50then sawed a very thick round off the loaf: which she finally, before separating from the loaf, hewed into two halves,
51of which Joe got one, and I the other. On the present occasion, though I was hungry, I dared not eat my slice. I felt
52that I must have something in reserve for my dreadful acquaintance, and his ally the still more dreadful young man. I
53knew Mrs. Joe's housekeeping to be of the strictest kind, and that my larcenous researches might find nothing available
54in the safe. Therefore I resolved to put my hunk of bread and butter down the leg of my trousers. The effort of
55resolution necessary to the achievement of this purpose I found to be quite awful. It was as if I had to make up my mind
56to leap from the top of a high house, or plunge into a great depth of water. And it was made the more difficult by the
57unconscious Joe. In our already-mentioned freemasonry as fellow-sufferers, and in his good-natured companionship with
58me, it was our evening habit to compare the way we bit through our slices, by silently holding them up to each other's
59admiration now and then,--which stimulated us to new exertions. To-night, Joe several times invited me, by the display
60of his fast diminishing slice, to enter upon our usual friendly competition; but he found me, each time, with my yellow
61mug of tea on one knee, and my untouched bread and butter on the other. At last, I desperately considered that the thing
62I contemplated must be done, and that it had best be done in the least improbable manner consistent with the
63circumstances. I took advantage of a moment when Joe had just looked at me, and got my bread and butter down my leg. Joe
64was evidently made uncomfortable by what he supposed to be my loss of appetite, and took a thoughtful bite out of his
65slice, which he didn't seem to enjoy. He turned it about in his mouth much longer than usual, pondering over it a good
66deal, and after all gulped it down like a pill. He was about to take another bite, and had just got his head on one side
67for a good purchase on it, when his eye fell on me, and he saw that my bread and butter was gone. The wonder and
68consternation with which Joe stopped on the threshold of his bite and stared at me, were too evident to escape my
69sister's observation.
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