Calling Alf a genius, indeed!" "Is this all that's troubling you ?" Burton inquired calmly.
"All ?" Ellen cried.

"Bless my soul, as though it wasn't enough! A nice harmless boy as ever was until that day that you came down.

You don't seem to understand.

He's like a little old man.

Chooses his words, corrects my grammar, keeps himself so clean you can almost smell the soap.