human
That's right, ye poor things: make for the barn; I would if I was you. Perhaps I won't feed you a good feed o' hay 'n' corn-meal to-night, sure's my name's Plummer!
gpt
What a shame! exclaimed Mrs. March.
human
Husband, you were imposed upon. These cows are not worth any thing.
gpt
Oh, yes they be; they're first-rate stock, said the Deacon;