'So you must be content with giving yourself a dry polish till we break the ice in the well, and can get a bucketful out for the boys.

Don't stand staring at me, but do look sharp, will you ?' Offering no further observation, Nicholas huddled on his clothes.
Squeers, meanwhile, opened the shutters and blew the candle out; when the voice of his amiable consort was heard in the passage, demanding admittance.
'Come in, my love,' said Squeers.
Mrs Squeers came in, still habited in the primitive night-jacket which had displayed the symmetry of her figure on the previous night, and further ornamented with a beaver bonnet of some antiquity, which she wore, with much ease and lightness, on the top of the nightcap before mentioned.
'Drat the things,' said the lady, opening the cupboard; 'I can't find the school spoon anywhere.' 'Never mind it, my dear,' observed Squeers in a soothing manner; 'it's of no consequence.' 'No consequence, why how you talk!' retorted Mrs Squeers sharply; 'isn't it brimstone morning ?' 'I forgot, my dear,' rejoined Squeers; 'yes, it certainly is.

We purify the boys' bloods now and then, Nickleby.' 'Purify fiddlesticks' ends,' said his lady.

'Don't think, young man, that we go to the expense of flower of brimstone and molasses, just to purify them; because if you think we carry on the business in that way, you'll find yourself mistaken, and so I tell you plainly.' 'My dear,' said Squeers frowning.

'Hem!' 'Oh! nonsense,' rejoined Mrs Squeers.