of wax candle, a flushed apple, an orange, a lucky penny, a cramp
bone, a padlock, a pair of scissors in a sheath more expressively
describable as promising young shears, a handful or so of loose
beads, several balls of cotton, a needle-case, a cabinet collection
of curl-papers, and a biscuit, all of which articles she entrusted
individually and separately to Britain to hold, - is of no
consequence.

Nor how, in her determination to grasp this pocket by the throat
and keep it prisoner (for it had a tendency to swing, and twist
itself round the nearest corner), she assumed and calmly
maintained, an attitude apparently inconsistent with the human
anatomy and the laws of gravity. It is enough that at last she
triumphantly produced the thimble on her finger, and rattled the
nutmeg-grater: the literature of both those trinkets being
obviously in course of wearing out and wasting away, through
excessive friction.

'That's the thimble, is it, young woman?' said Mr. Snitchey,
diverting himself at her expense. 'And what does the thimble say?'

'It says,' replied Clemency, reading slowly round as if it were a
tower, 'For-get and For-give.'

Snitchey and Craggs laughed heartily. 'So new!' said Snitchey.
'So easy!' said Craggs. 'Such a knowledge of human nature in it!'
said Snitchey. 'So applicable to the affairs of life!' said
Craggs.

'And the nutmeg-grater?' inquired the head of the Firm.