human
He's such a handy boy, she thought.
gpt
If he shouldn't come!
human
It's wishin' I am 'twas avenin', she cried at last,
gpt
Sure an' the weather an' me's as loike as two peas the day. We're nayther of us to be depinded on, so we ain't, not knowin' what we want. Look at my clothes not dryin' an' me a-frettin'. What's the use of it all? Let Pat do as he will, I'll think no more of it.