His grandmother once called Solomon Ansell a Sabbath-female merely for fingering the shovel when there was nothing in the grate.
The Reb liked his fire.

When it sank on the Sabbath he could not give orders to the _Shiksah_ to replenish it, but he would rub his hands and remark casually (in her hearing), "Ah, how cold it is!" "Yes," he said now, "I always freeze on _Shabbos_ when thou hast dismissed thy _Shiksah_.

Thou makest me catch one cold a month." "_I_ make thee catch cold!" said the Rebbitzin.

"When thou comest through the air of winter in thy shirt-sleeves! Thou'lt fall back upon me for poultices and mustard plasters.

And then thou expectest me to have enough money to pay a _Shiksah_ into the bargain! If I have any more of thy _Schnorrers_ coming here I shall bundle them out neck and crop." This was the moment selected by Fate and Melchitsedek Pinchas for the latter's entry..