That's our system, Nickleby: what do you think of it ?' 'It's very useful one, at any rate,' answered Nicholas.
'I believe you,' rejoined Squeers, not remarking the emphasis of his usher.

'Third boy, what's horse ?' 'A beast, sir,' replied the boy.
'So it is,' said Squeers.

'Ain't it, Nickleby ?' 'I believe there is no doubt of that, sir,' answered Nicholas.
'Of course there isn't,' said Squeers.

'A horse is a quadruped, and quadruped's Latin for beast, as everybody that's gone through the grammar knows, or else where's the use of having grammars at all ?' 'Where, indeed!' said Nicholas abstractedly.
'As you're perfect in that,' resumed Squeers, turning to the boy, 'go and look after MY horse, and rub him down well, or I'll rub you down.
The rest of the class go and draw water up, till somebody tells you to leave off, for it's washing-day tomorrow, and they want the coppers filled.' So saying, he dismissed the first class to their experiments in practical philosophy, and eyed Nicholas with a look, half cunning and half doubtful, as if he were not altogether certain what he might think of him by this time.
'That's the way we do it, Nickleby,' he said, after a pause.
Nicholas shrugged his shoulders in a manner that was scarcely perceptible, and said he saw it was.
'And a very good way it is, too,' said Squeers.

'Now, just take them fourteen little boys and hear them some reading, because, you know, you must begin to be useful.