human
There, that's the last lot! said Gibbons, throwing in a packet of tied-up billets.
gpt
Count right, Johnson?
human
All right, Gibbons.
gpt
Your master likes a good fire, I should say, observed Gibbons, with a grin of amusement, as he looked into the vault.
human
There's fuel there to last most folks a couple of winters.
gpt
Ay, he doth so: he's a northern man, you see--comes from where sea-coal's cheaper than here, and they are wont to pile their fires big.
human
Shouldn't ha' thought them billets wouldn't hardly ha' taken all that there room,
gpt
Oh, I didn't stack 'em so tight,
human
Ah! well, but tight or loose, shouldn't hardly ha' thought it. Master coming soon, eh?
gpt
Haven't heard what day. Afore long, very like.
human
Has he e'er a wife that he'll bring?
gpt
She's in the country,