human
I say, Mrs. Trenchard, what do you think of this? cried Eves.
gpt
Things Bob’s aunt is going to lecture about, you know. Haricot beans——
human
They want a deal of cooking, Mr. Eves, said Mrs. Trenchard.
gpt
You must soak ’em overnight, and boil ’em hours and hours. I have my doubts whether the village folk can spare the time.
human
Well, here’s dried peas.
gpt
Do ’ee think the women ’ll use ’em dried when the shucks are full of green? What can Miss Caroline be thinking of?
human
Tinned eggs, then.
gpt
Lawk-a-mussy, I was silly enough to buy one o’ they tins once, and when I opened it—there now, never in my life did I come so near fainting afore, and me not a fainting sort, the smell was so terrible. If that be the kind of thing Miss Caroline’s cook do give her, ’tis time I was back in my old place, that it be.
human
There are a dozen more things, he said;
gpt
Bless ’ee, sir, and who’ll be so bold? said Mrs. Trenchard.
human
Folks ’ll listen, ay sure, as meek as lambs; but buy them things—never in the world.
gpt
Well, Bob, you must take the list to Noakes. You must do something for your tenner. Tell you what: I’ll go to Weymouth for the chemicals and things. By the time I’m back you’ll have seen Noakes and got the bottles and other things ready. Noakes wouldn’t serve me, I’m sure.