putterings, 362-358
rörde kring
one of those things, adopted with a whoop
stökat en stund
senile rosebushes, an annoyed hand
att pyssla
dowsers, what a charm. “Where’s Art?”
om och ordna
But not yet; let’s drift a while first.
his charcoal pot ’at come right out of the world
John the Fool