the fire, as those two talked about my going away, and about what they should do without me, and all that. And whenever I caught one of them looking at me, though never so pleasantly (and they often looked at me—particularly Biddy), I felt offended: as if they were expressing some mistrust of me. Though Heaven knows they never did by word or sign.
At those times I would get up and look out at the door; for, our kitchen door opened at once upon the night, and stood open on summer evenings to air the room. The very stars to which I then raised my eyes, I am afraid I took to be but poor and humble stars for glittering on the rustic objects among which I had passed my life.
"Saturday night," said I, when we sat at our supper of bread-and-cheese and beer. "Five more days, and then the day before the day They'll soon go."
"Yes, Pip," observed Joe, whose voice sounded hollow in his beer mug, "They'll soon go."
"Soon, soon go" said Biddy.
"I have been thinking, Joe, that when I
