human
Come in.
gpt
How are ye, George, said the Deacon, looking hastily about the room, and delightfully determining, from the patient face of sad-eyed Mrs. Hay and the scanty furnishing of the yet uncleared breakfast-table, that he had been providentially guided to the right spot.
human
How's times with ye?
gpt
Not very good, Deac'n, replied Hay.
human
Nothin' much doin' in town.
gpt
Money's awful sceerce,
human
Dreadful,
gpt
Got much to do this winter?
human
Not by a d--day's job--not a single day,