My sister, sir -Mrs Joe Gargery - wife of Joe Gargery, the blacksmith.
Blacksmith, eh? You know what a file is?
You get me a file and you get me wittles. Bring 'em tomorrow morning, early. Never say word of seeing me. There's a young man hid with me in comparison with with which I am an Angel.A boy may lock his door, may be warm in bed, may draw the clothes over his head... but that young man with softly creep his way to him.
I promised to get him a file any bits of food I could.
Say, Lord strike you dead if you don't!
Lord strike me if I don't
I was late home. Joe warned that my sister was looking for me, in a terrible temper as usual. On his advice I his behind the kitchen door.