I soon realized that neither Mr nor Mrs Micawger had ever been able to manage money.The little that Mr Micawber earned was not enough, either to keep hiscreditorshappy, or to pay for the needs of his growing family. So his creditors wereconstantlyat the door, demanding payment, and meals were rather irregular in the Micawber house. Mr and Mrs Micawber's moods varied according to the situation. One moment Mr Micawber looked extremely miserable and depressed，the next he was brushing his shoes and singing a song before going out. Mrs Micawber's character was similar to her husband's. Sometimes I came home to find her lying on the floor，with her hair undone, looking wild and desperate, but an hour later she was cheerfully eating a good supper.

I lived with these kind people for several months, and became very fond of them. I bought my own food out of my wages，because I knew the Micawbers hardly ever had enough for themselves，and I lived mostly on bread and cheese. As they were so short of money, once or twice I offered to lend them a few shillings，which they refused to accept. But at last Mr Micawber's creditors became tired of waiting for their money，and went to the police, whoarrested him for debt. He was taken to the King's Prison, and asked me to visit him there. When I arrived，I was shown to his room, where he was waiting for me. He seemed quite brokenhearted, and even cried a little.