human
A lady in Salisbury, real quality, Mother, told Fancy's fortune.
gpt
Did she? Better be using her needle, I says.
human
No doubt. 'Tis a very odd thing, and food for sober thought, but the lady did foretell as Fancy'd marry a soldier.
gpt
A very foolish, mischievous notion to put i' the maid's head.
human
It might come true, Mother, if the pessimists be right.
gpt
Pessimists?
human
Well, what do they tell 'ee?