human
In my day, long back in the twenties, it took us nigh a week--a week, boys--to get up a barn, and all the young ones--I was one then--for miles 'round at the raisin'; and yer's you boys--rascals ye are, too--runs up this yer shanty for Mammy and me 'twixt sun-up and dark! Eh, eh, you're teachin' the old folks new tricks, are ye? Ah, get along, you! and in playful simulation of anger he would shake his white hair and his hickory staff at the
gpt
The only indication of the conservative tendencies of age was visible in his continual protest against the extravagance of the boys.
human
Why, he would say,
gpt
When ye write to that gay and festive son o' yourn, Daddy, said Joe Robinson,