'We have a good many of them; that boy's one.' 'Him in the next box ?' said Snawley.
Squeers nodded in the affirmative; his companion took another peep at the little boy on the trunk, and, turning round again, looked as if he were quite disappointed to see him so much like other boys, and said he should hardly have thought it.
'He is,' cried Squeers.

'But about these boys of yours; you wanted to speak to me ?' 'Yes,' replied Snawley.

'The fact is, I am not their father, Mr Squeers.
I'm only their father-in-law.' 'Oh! Is that it ?' said the schoolmaster.

'That explains it at once.

I was wondering what the devil you were going to send them to Yorkshire for.