and
plodding and tracing and turning and twining of hisself about, till he
found out where this precious Mrs Peg was hid, and cleared the ground
for me to work upon. Creeping and crawling and gliding, like a ugly,
old, bright-eyed, stagnation-blooded adder! Ah! He'd have made a good
'un in our line, but it would have been too limited for him; his genius
would have busted all bonds, and coming over every obstacle, broke down
all before it, till it erected itself into a monneyment of--Well, I'll
think of the rest, and say it when conwenient.'

Making a halt in his reflections at this place, Mr Squeers again put his
glass to his lips, and drawing a dirty letter from his pocket, proceeded
to con over its contents with the air of a man who had read it very
often, and now refreshed his memory rather in the absence of better
amusement than for any specific information.

'The pigs is well,' said Mr Squeers, 'the cows is well, and the boys is
bobbish. Young Sprouter has been a-winking, has he? I'll wink him when
I get back. "Cobbey would persist in sniffing while he was a-eating his
dinner, and said that the beef was so strong it made him."--Very good,
Cobbey, we'll see if we can't make you sniff a little without beef.
"Pitcher was took with another fever,"--of course he was--"and being
fetched by his friends, died the day after he got home,"--of course he
did, and out of aggravation; it's part of a deep-laid system. There an't
another chap in the school but that boy as would have died exactly at
the end of the quarter: taking it out of me to the very last, and then
carrying his spite to the utmost extremity. "The juniorest Palmer said
he wished he was in Heaven." I really don't know, I do NOT know what's
to be done with that young fellow; he's always a-wishing something
horrid. He said once, he wished he was a donkey, because then he
wouldn't have a father as didn't love him! Pretty wicious that for a
child of six!'

Mr Squeers was so much moved by the contemplation of this hardened
nature in one so young, that he angrily put up the letter, and sought,
in a new train of ideas, a subject of consolation.

'It's a long time to have been a-lingering in London,' he said; 'and
this is a precious hole to come and live in, even if it has been only
for a week or so. Still, one hundred pound is five boys, and five boys
takes a whole year to pay one hundred pounds, and there's their keep to
be substracted, besides. There's nothing lo