human
Get inside, Jim,
gpt
Well, if you ain't a queer one! That's the house there, on the top of that hill. Mind how you go, now.
human
All right; you get inside. And I say, Jim, added the boy, leaning down from his perch,
gpt
That'll astonish some of them caps and gowns, I reckon, I heard cabby say to himself.
human
You see, if he don't drive us right up to the front door, as comfortable as if we was the sheriff of the county.