human
After dinner, though there was no wine, there was no lack of whiskey. This, each made into toddy, weak or strong, just as he liked it. No set speeches were made or toasts proposed. After each had drunk two or three tumblers, and no voice was heard above the hum of conversation, the stranger got to his feet, and craving the leave of the company, begged to propose a toast. All were silent, until the moderator, with solemn voice, told him that God's people in that part of the country were not in the habit of drinking toasts. He felt himself rebuked, yet rejoined, that he had been in a good many places, but had never before seen God's people drink so much toddy.
gpt
Sleepin, Tonald?
human
No, Tuncan,
gpt
Then, Tonald, would you'll no' lend me ten and twenty shillings?
human
Ough, ough! was the response with a heavy snore;
gpt
I'm sleepin' now, Tuncan, my lad.