human
High-tide, and a big sea yonder, said the squire.
gpt
River must be full up. Hope she won't come over and wash us away.
human
Wesh me away, you mean, said Farmer Tallington.
gpt
You're all right up on the Toft. 'Member the big flood, squire?
human
Ay, fifteen years ago, Tallington, when I came down to you in Hickathrift's duck-punt, and we fetched you and Tom's mother out of the top window.
gpt
Ay, but it weer a bad time, and it's a good job we don't hev such floods o' watter now.
human
Ay 'tis, said the squire.
gpt
My word, but the sea must bite to-night. Dick here wanted to be a sailor. Better be a farmer a night like this, eh, Tallington?
human
Deal better at home,