"Well," replied my uncle, who was frantically locking his legs together to keep himself from jumping up in the air, "that is where I mean to begin my geological studies, there on that Seffel--Fessel--what do you call it?"
"Welnu!" antwoordde mijn oom, die zenuwachtig zijne beenen over elkander sloeg om niet van zijn stoel op te springen, "ik heb wel lust om mijne geologische studien te beginnen met dien Seffel ... Fessel ... hoe zegt gij?"