'Do you wish to be introduced to Mr Squeers, my dear ?' 'That the schoolmaster! No, uncle.

Oh no!' replied Kate, shrinking back.
'I'm sure I heard you say as much, my dear,' retorted Ralph in his cold sarcastic manner.

'Mr Squeers, here's my niece: Nicholas's sister!' 'Very glad to make your acquaintance, miss,' said Squeers, raising his hat an inch or two.

'I wish Mrs Squeers took gals, and we had you for a teacher.

I don't know, though, whether she mightn't grow jealous if we had.