human
Golly, ain't she purty! said Benny to himself;
gpt
and he brushed his hand quickly across his eyes.
human
An' she looks good an' kind, too. I specks the gent is her par.
gpt
Well now, ain't that cur'us! he muttered.
human
If that ain't the very gent whose portmantle I carried the night faather wolloped me so. I'll try my luck agin, for he's a good fare, an' not to be sneezed at.