human
When are ye goin' away?
gpt
Monday morning, six o'clock.
human
Don't fergit the old man, Mont. We've had lots of good times--fishin' an' huntin', ye know.
gpt
I won't forget you, Tom, not I, said the merry-hearted lad.
human
Here you are,
gpt
Have you any of those April-fool cigars left?
human
Yes--just four.
gpt
I'll take them.
human
Here, Tom, put the pipe away and have a real Havana to celebrate the parting,