Great Expectations

The schoolhouse where Biddy was mistress I had never seen; but, the

little roundabout lane by which I entered the village, for quietness'

sake, took me past it. I was disappointed to find that the day was a

holiday; no children were there, and Biddy's house was closed. Some

hopeful notion of seeing her, busily engaged in her daily duties, before

she saw me, had been in my mind and was defeated.

But the forge was a very short distance off, and I went towards it under

the sweet green limes, listening for the clink of Joe's hammer. Long

after I ought to have heard it, and long after I had fancied I heard it

and found it but a fancy, all was still. The limes were there, and the

white thorns were there, and the chestnut-trees were there, and their

leaves rustled harmoniously when I stopped to listen; but, the clink of

Joe's hammer was not in the midsummer wind.

Almost fearing, without knowing why, to come in view of the forge, I saw

it at last, and saw that it was closed. No gleam of fire, no glittering

shower of sparks, no roar of bellows; all shut up, and still.

But the house was not deserted, and the best parlor seemed to be in use,

for there were white curtains fluttering in its window, and the window

was open and gay with flowers. I went softly towards it, meaning to peep

over the flowers, when Joe and Biddy stood before me, arm in arm.

At first Biddy gave a cry, as if she thought it was my apparition, but

in another moment she was in my embrace. I wept to see her, and she wept

to see me; I, because she looked so fresh and pleasant; she, because I

looked so worn and white.

"But dear Biddy, how smart you are!"

"Yes, dear Pip."

"And Joe, how smart you are!"

"Yes, dear old Pip, old chap."

I looked at both of them, from one to the other, and then-"It's my wedding-day!" cried Biddy, in a burst of happiness, "and I am

married to Joe!"

They had taken me into the kitchen, and I had laid my head down on

the old deal table. Biddy held one of my hands to her lips, and Joe's

restoring touch was on my shoulder. "Which he warn't strong enough, my

dear, fur to be surprised," said Joe. And Biddy said, "I ought to

have thought of it, dear Joe, but I was too happy." They were both so

overjoyed to see me, so proud to see me, so touched by my coming to

them, so delighted that I should have come by accident to make their day

complete!