human
Come, Jonas! they are done to a turn!
gpt
They will lose all their goodness in that good smell,
human
Ah! Isn’t that gul--orious?
gpt
Well, now, I reckon them’ll do!
human
Now, you just move off, every boy of you! or you shan’t have a clam. Off with you, till I get ’em out in piles, and give every one a fair chance!
gpt
Now, that there pile belongs to the gentlemen!
human
O Jonas! aren’t we all gentlemen?