of course I wrote to Peggotty about my new life and she in turn wrote to me telling that the Murdstones had sold our old house. I was sad but Mr. Dick kept me happy. He came to visit every Wednesday and became great friends with Dr.Strong whom he admired. Then one day Mr.Dick told me about a stranger who was following my aunt around and who came to the door one day and Mr.Dick was sure to whom my aunt gave some money. I did not really believe Mr.Dick although I like him. He often talked about King Charles I as if he were alive even though the king had died in 1649.