human
If here isn't Joe Mixet, said Ruby to herself.
gpt
Was there ever such a stoopid as John Crumb? There's no end to his being stoopid.
human
What, Joe Mixet; is that thou? Thou'rt welcome. Come in, man. Well, John, how is it wi' you? Ruby's a stewing o' something for us to eat a bit. Don't 'e smell it?
gpt
John didn't like going home in the dark like, said the baker, with his little joke.
human
So I just come along to drive away the bogies.
gpt
The more the merrier;--the more the merrier. Ruby 'll have enough for the two o' you, I'll go bail. So John Crumb's afraid of bogies;--is he? The more need he to have some 'un in his house to scart 'em away.
human
Where be she, Muster Ruggles? They were seated in the outside or front kitchen, in which the old man and his granddaughter always lived; while Ruby was at work in the back kitchen. As John Crumb asked this question she could be heard distinctly among the pots and the plates. She now came out, and wiping her hands on her apron, shook hands with the two young men. She had enveloped herself in a big household apron when the cooking was in hand, and had not cared to take it off for the greeting of this lover.
gpt
Grandfather said as how you was a coming out for your supper, so I've been a seeing to it. You'll excuse the apron, Mr. Mixet.
human
You couldn't look nicer, miss, if you was to try it ever so. My mother says as it's housifery as recommends a girl to the young men. What do you say, John?
gpt
I loiks to see her loik o' that,
human
I loiks to see her loik o' that.
gpt
It looks homely; don't it, John?
human
Bother!