What do you think of him, sir, for a specimen of the Dotheboys Hall feeding?
Ain't he fit to bust out of his clothes, and start the seams, and make the very buttons fly off with his fatness?
Here's flesh!' cried Squeers, turning the boy about, and indenting the plumpest parts of his figure with divers pokes and punches, to the great discomposure of his son and heir.

'Here's firmness, here's solidness! Why you can hardly get up enough of him between your finger and thumb to pinch him anywheres.' In however good condition Master Squeers might have been, he certainly did not present this remarkable compactness of person, for on his father's closing his finger and thumb in illustration of his remark, he uttered a sharp cry, and rubbed the place in the most natural manner possible.
'Well,' remarked Squeers, a little disconcerted, 'I had him there; but that's because we breakfasted early this morning, and he hasn't had his lunch yet.

Why you couldn't shut a bit of him in a door, when he's had his dinner.

Look at them tears, sir,' said Squeers, with a triumphant air, as Master Wackford wiped his eyes with the cuff of his jacket, 'there's oiliness!' 'He looks well, indeed,' returned Ralph, who, for some purposes of his own, seemed desirous to conciliate the schoolmaster.

'But how is Mrs Squeers, and how are you ?' 'Mrs Squeers, sir,' replied the proprietor of Dotheboys, 'is as she always is--a mother to them lads, and a blessing, and a comfort, and a joy to all them as knows her.