"'Who are you?'
"'Why, don't you know me?' I asked pleasantly.
"'No, by Jacks! How in hell should I know you?' he thundered.
"There was nothing repulsive about his profanity; falling from his lips it seemed guileless as cooings of suckling doves, so nothing daunted, I cried out cheerily as one who brings good news:
"'I'm Jack Burton, your grandson!'
"'What yer want here?'
"'Why, I've come to see you, grandfather,' I answered quiveringly.
"'Well, dam yer, take er look an' go home!' he roared.
"'I will!' I shouted indignantly, and more deeply hurt than ever before or since, I turned and ran from him.
"Then almost before I knew it he had me in his great, strong arms, his tears and kisses beating softly down like raindrops on my face, while he mumbled through his sobs: