‘I kept my housekeeping-book regularly, and balanced it with Mr Copperfield every night,’ cried my mother in another burst of distress, and breaking down again. […] And I am sure we never had a word of difference respecting it, except when Mr Copperfield objected to my threes and fives being too much like each other, or to my putty curly tails to my seven and nines,’ resumed my mother in another burst, and breaking down again.