human
I must take the cart back to Farmer Eggins, said her husband;
gpt
Now then, Joe, you've been a very wicked, bad boy, and God will never forgive you for the naughtiness you have committed and the trouble to which you have put your poor father and me. She would have spoken more sharply but that his head needed her care and the sight of the blood disarmed her. Moreover, she knew that her husband would not pass over what had occurred with a reprimand.
human
Get off your clothes and go to bed, Joe, she said when she had readjusted the plaster.
gpt
You may take a piece of dry bread with you, and I'll see if I can't persuade your father to put off whipping of you for a day or two.
human
There, she said,
gpt
she went on,
human
May I take my fiddle with me?
gpt
Oh, take your fiddle if you like, answered his mother.
human
Much good may it do you. Here, it is all smeared wi' blood. Let me wipe it first, or you'll mess the bedclothes with it. There, she said as she gave him the broken instrument.
gpt
Say your prayers and go to sleep; though I reckon your prayers will never reach to heaven, coming out of such a wicked unnatural heart.