human
Go now, then, Danny avick! Barney whispered.
gpt
It's not bein' turned into a quare beast of some kind you'd wish to be. Get us away from here before the good people comes up out of the rath; for there's no tellin' what they'd do to us.
human
Hear how he talks to the horse! said Winifred, who was now seated again beside me, her curls dancing with the jolting of the cart.
gpt
As if Danny knew anything about the good people!
human
Oh, doesn't he, then, Miss Winifred! cried Barney.
gpt
It's meself has seen him all of atremble from me whisperin' in his ear concernin' them.
human
You just imagine it, Barney,
gpt
And is it _I_ imagine it?