human
Well, neighbours, drink to my brag coming true, or I shall think you don't believe me! Up there! said he, hailing the scaffold,
gpt
Three of the workmen came running down the ladder as men with good
human
will do; but the others didn't answer, except the joker (if he must so be called), who called out without turning round:
gpt
Excuse me, neighbours for not getting down. I must get on: my work is not superintending, like the gaffer's yonder; but, you fellows, send us up a glass to drink the haymakers' health.