human
Come, March--Mr Bertram, time presses, said Redhand, interrupting the two friends in the midst of earnest conversation;
gpt
Ah, Redhand! exclaimed March,
human
You've enjoyed yourself late enough to-day, han't ye?
gpt
Come, March, you're in a fault-finding humour this morning, said Bertram as they walked towards the camp.
human
Let's enjoy ourselves in spite of circumstances. Do you know, I hold it to be exceedingly wise as well as philosophical, to make the best of things at all times.
gpt
Do you? exclaimed March in a tone of affected surprise;
human
Now, then, stop yer feelosophy, cried Bounce, hitching his shoulders so as to induce his light load to take up a more accommodating position.
gpt
Ye didn't use to be a slow feller, March; wot's to do? Ye ain't a-goin' to cave in 'cause we're gettin' nigh the redskins, are ye?