human
What's the matter, father?
gpt
Matter, you scamp! How dare you touch the bottle?
human
The bottle--the bottle's there, as good as ever.
gpt
The grog is what I mean--how dare you drink it?
human
I was half-way between my mother and you, and so I drank success and long life to you both. Ain't that being a very dutiful son?
gpt
I wish I had my legs back again, you rascal!
human
You wish you had the grog back again, you mean, father.
gpt
You have to choose between--for if you had the grog you'd keep your legs.
human
For the matter of drinking the grog, you scamp, you seem determined to stand in my shoes.
gpt
Well, shoes are of no use to you now, father--why shouldn't I? Why don't you trust me? If you hadn't locked the cupboard, I wouldn't have helped myself.
human
Tom, Tom, come here, cried he,
gpt
Not I,
human
Jacob, Jacob, come here; Tom, run and take the helm.
gpt
Not I,
human
Jacob, never mind the helm, she'll drift all right for a minute, cried old Tom;