"Father," said Young Jerry, as they walked along: taking care to keep at arm's length and to have the stool well between them: "what's a Resurrection-Man?"
Mr. Cruncher came to a stop on the pavement before he answered, "How should I know?"
"I thought you knowed everything, father," said the artless boy.
"Hem! Well," returned Mr. Cruncher, going on again, and lifting off his hat . . . "he's a tradesman."
"What's his goods, father?" asked the brisk Young Jerry.
"His goods," said Mr. Cruncher, after turning it over in his mind, "is a branch of Scientific goods."
"Persons' bodies, ain't it, father?" asked the lively boy.
"I believe it is something of that sort," said Mr. Cruncher.
"Oh, father I should so like to be a Resurrection-Man when I'm quite growed up!"
-from A Tale of Two Cities by Charles Dickens
Parental manipulation 101: faux ignorance and flattery. Young Jerry, he's a sharp one.
(If you don't recall, he just discovered that his father is a resurrection-man and is now gleefully prodding at the paternal conscience.)