Life went
on as normal for me at school, until my birthday two month later in March. I remember that day very well. It was cold, icy weather, and we boys had to
blow on our fingers and rub our hands to keep warm in the freezing
classrooms. When a message came for me
to go and see Mr Creakle, I thought that
Peggotty must have sent me a birthday persent, and so I hurried gladly
along to his room. But there I realized
something unusual had happened, because it was Mr Creakle’s wife who was
waiting to speak to me.
After my
mother’s funeral, I began to wonder what
would happen to me. The Murdstones
did not even seem to notice that I was in the house. They had told Peggotty to leave, as they did
not want her as their servant any more, so Peggotty was going to her brother’s in Yarmouth, until the
decided what work to do next. She
suggested taking me with her for a holiday, and to my surprise the Mudstones
agreed.

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