My sister Mrs Joe Gargery, was more than twenty years older than I, and had established a great reputation that she had brought me up 'by hand.' Having at that time to find out for myself what the expression meant, and knowing her to have a hard heavy hand, and to be much in the habit of laying it upon her husband as well as upon me, I supposed that Joe Gargery and I were both brought up by hand. She was not a good looking woman, my sister; and I had a general impression that she must have made Joe Gargery marry her by hand. Joe was a fair man, with curls of flaxen hair on each side of his smooth face, and with eyes of such a very undecided blue that they seemed to have somehow got mixed with their own whites. He was a mild, good natured, sweet tempered, easy going, foolish, dear fellow --- a sort of Hercules in strength, and also in weakness. My sister Mrs Joe, with black hair and eyes, had such a prevailing redness of skin, that I sometimes used to wonde...