human
A harrd mon, she said, as her husband had done, standing in the frame of the open doorway with arms akimbo, and looking the true Scots lassie she undoubtedly was.
gpt
And sich a nice gentleman, tu--that Captain Macdonald. Reel gentry, Mr. Deland, sair. I've often thocht what a peety it was tu see 'em pulled apart like thaat. Ye'll be wanting some hot water, sair, I ken.
human
Thanks. I'd like some, certainly. And my man----
gpt
He's made himself at home already, she responded, beaming at him.
human
And he's in my keetchen th' noo, eatin' an airly lunch. He towld me ye'd come fer the fishin', sair. We've a-mony come fer that to these parrts. That'll be all, I tak' it?
gpt
That'll be all.