I'm a good grandfather to you, Josephine.

I'm a very good and faithful grandfather to you." "So you tell me every day of my life.

I'll retort back now--I'm a good grandchild to you--the best in the world." "Bless me, what have you ever done, chit, but eat my bread and drink my water?
However, I have news at last.

Now, how eager you look! You would like to be a fine lady and forget your old granddad." "I'd like to be a fine lady, certainly," responded Josephine.
She said nothing further, but sitting still, with her small hands crossed in her lap, she absolutely devoured the old man's face with her eyes.
He was accustomed to her gaze, which glittered and shone, and never wavered, and was by some people thought uncanny.

He finished his supper slowly and methodically, and until he had eaten the last mouthful, and drained off the last drop of beer in the pewter mug, he didn't speak.
Then with a sharp glance at the girl he said, suddenly: "So you wanted to take me unawares ?" "What do you mean, Grandfather ?" "You know what I mean well enough.