It's good to hear it again.

You're a Gray, every inch of you; and, thank God, you're a fine fellow! If you had come down here with an English accent and no 'h's' and a monocle, I should have shut the door in your face.

I should, indeed." "Who, me ?" demanded her nephew, forgetting his grammar in his surprise at such a state of affairs.

"Not me, dear aunt.

America's good enough for me.