human
Hallo old girl--steady, exclaimed Ned, holding her up with an effort.
gpt
You carry too much sail to venture abroad in such weather.
human
Which it were my only one! gasped the old woman, holding out her umbrella that had been reversed and obviously shattered beyond repair. Then, looking up at Ned,
gpt
You'd better leave a-go of me, young man. What will the neighbours think of us?
human
Ned went smilingly on his way, receiving in reply,
gpt
La, now, who'd 'a' thought it!