human
Marnen, young genelmen, said the postman.
gpt
Fine marnen, to be sure. Ay, I’ve got one little small thing in the way of a registered letter.
human
Then I’ve no further interest in you, my friend, said Eves.
gpt
Registered letters are not in my scheme of life.
human
Good now; that saves me the trouble of asking ye which is Mr. Robert Templeton. No, no, he added, as Templeton held out his hand.
gpt
Ye’ll sign the bit o’ paper first. Just there, with my pencil, an ’ee please; ’twon’t rub out, and I’ve got to think of my fame in the land; forty year in the service and no complaints, I don’t care who the man is.
human
From my aunt,
gpt
My prophetic soul! exclaimed Eves.
human
How much, Bob?
gpt
She’s a good old sort.
human
Wasn’t it Solomon said, ’Go to the aunts’?