Old Behrman, with his red eyes plainly streaming, shouted his contempt and derision for such idiotic imaginings.
"Vass!" he cried. "Are there people in the world with the foolishness to die because leaves drop off a confounded vine? I had not heard of such a thing. No, I will not bose as a model for your fool hermit-dunderhead. Why do you allow such silly business to come in the brain of her? Ach, poor little Miss Johnsy."