And þe Grinch, grinch-fette as gridelt frost in þe snawe, Stod redlen and redlen: “Hou be þis rygt thus?
It ligt wiþ oute bendes! It ligt wiþ oute belles!
It ligt wiþ oute purces, othir cofferis, othir pakkes!”
And he redled thre hourez, tel his redler was weri.