'Fore he knowed it, he was up in the attic, where he stepped right square on Grandpaw.
„You all right, Grandpaw?” I asked, sort of shaking him out,
He cussed me.
„ 'Twarn't my fault” I told him.
„ 'sblood!” he said, mad-like. „What rabble of canting jolt-heads have I sired? Put me down, you young scoundrel.”
85. oldal "See you later"