"Me, I'm seen it here ontil this time I come," he declared virtuously.

"I'm not touch notheeng.

That fuz'lawge, she's right here las' time I'm here.

I'm not touch notheeng but one little small hammer, one pliers.

You find him up there, I bet." Tomaso's brother pointed to the pilot's seat.
"Hunh! a lot you know about it!" snorted Johnny, and turned and walked away to the other side of the machine where Tomaso's brother could not see him grin.
"No matter what kind of a cheese you are, you must know an airplane can't fly without a fuselage," he grumbled to the unhappy brother of Tomaso.
"Without that the plane's no good to me or anybody else.