human
A fine day, Mrs. Lyndsay.
gpt
Rather hazy.--It looks like rain.
human
Independent of that fog-bank.
gpt
Could the man be in his senses? Presently she remarked,
human
Mr. Lootie, I was born and brought up on the sea-coast: don't you think I know sea-weed?
gpt
Not if you call pieces of reed and grass _sea-weed_. And as to being _near_ land, that's all fudge. The Captain only says so to please you.
human
What a little contradictory, snarling creature it is! he said.
gpt
Why do you bandy words with him? Look, here is a piece of twisted paper. I will go forward, and throw it overboard. It looks like nothing but what it is. You return to Lootie, and when it passes, say, 'There's a piece of white paper,' and just hear how he will contradict the fact.
human
Ah! cries Flora, with feigned surprise,
gpt
Pshaw! _Paper indeed!_ where are your eyes? It is a _feather_--a white _feather_, belonging to some sea-fowl or other.
human
A _goosle_, perhaps, Mr. Lootie. But no, it is what I say, a piece of paper.
gpt
A _feather_, Madam, a _feather_!
human
Why, there's writing upon it; I see the letters.
gpt
Nonsense, it is a _feather_, speckled with black and grey. I'll swear it's a _feather_!
human
Flora, did you see the piece of paper I flung overboard just now? I thought it would set you wondering?
gpt
Now, Mr. Lootie, what do you say to your _feather_?
human
That I hate senseless jokes, and the fools who make them,
gpt
Land! land, to the left!