CHAPTER XXX. HOW THE PICKWICKIANS MADE AND CULTIVATED THE ACQUAINTANCE
Well, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, as that favoured servitor entered his bed-chamber, with his warm water, on the morning of Christmas Day, ‘still frosty?’
‘ Water in the wash-hand basin’s a mask o’ ice, Sir,’ responded Sam.
‘ Severe weather, Sam,’ observed Mr. Pickwick.
‘ Fine time for them as is well wropped up, as the Polar bear said to himself, ven he was practising his skating,’ replied Mr. Weller.
‘ I shall be down in a quarter of an hour, Sam,’ said Mr. Pickwick, untying his nightcap.
‘ Wery good, sir,’ replied Sam. ‘There’s a couple o’ sawbones downstairs.’
‘ A couple of what!’ exclaimed Mr. Pickwick, sitting up in bed.
‘ A couple o’ sawbones,’ said Sam.
‘ What’s a sawbones?’ inquired Mr. Pickwick,
