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great heartiness, and with both my arms clasped round her neck. I then shook hands with Mr. Dick, who shook hands with me a great many times, and hailed this happy close of the proceedings with repeated bursts of laughter. ¡¡¡¡'You'll consider yourself guardian, jointly with me, of this child, Mr. Dick,' said my aunt. ¡¡¡¡'I shall be delighted,' said Mr. Dick, 'to be the guardian of David's son.' ¡¡¡¡'Very good,' returned my aunt, 'that's settled. I have been thinking, do you know, Mr. Dick, that I might call him Trotwood?' ¡¡¡¡'Certainly, certainly. Call him Trotwood, certainly,' said Mr. Dick. 'David's son's Trotwood.' ¡¡¡¡'Trotwood Copperfield, you mean,' returned my aunt. ¡¡¡¡'Yes, to be sure. Yes. Trotwood Copperfield,' said Mr. Dick, a little abashed.
y aunt took so kindly to the notion, that some ready-made clothes, which were purchased for me that afternoon, were marked 'Trotwood Copperfield', in her own handwriting, and in indelible marking-ink, before I put them on; and it was settled that all the other clothes which were ordered to be made for me (a complete outfit was bespoke that afternoon) should be marked in the same way