But I didn't.

I played the giddy goat off and on all day long, and my grandfather--dear old chap--thought what a merry infant I was.

But--you've heard of the worm that dieth not and the fire that is not quenched?
The Reverend Stephen has taken care of that.

Do you remember his 'penny-terrible' of a Sunday or two ago?
You were very angry about it, Avery.

I love you when you're angry.