'We'll put you into your regular bedroom tomorrow, Nickleby,' said Squeers. 'Let me see, who sleeps in Brook's bed, my dear?'
'In Brook's' said Mres Squeers, pondering. 'There's Jennings, little Bolder, Graysmarsh, and what's his name.'
'So there are,' rejoined Squeers. 'Yes! Brooks is full!'