human
I dare say, uncle --the deacon was writing near a very low wood-fire, which was scarcely more than embers--
gpt
I dare say, uncle, said the sweet voice of Mary, which was a little tremulous with feeling,
human
You ought to be able to calculate that yourself, gal, or what is the use to pay for your schooling?
gpt
I should not know how to set about it, uncle, returned the gentle Mary,
human
How many miles are there in a degree of latitude child? You know that, I believe.
gpt
More than sixty-nine, sir.
human
Well, in what latitude is Oyster Pond?
gpt
I have heard Roswell say that we were a little higher, as he calls it, than forty-one.
human
Well, 41 times 69 --figuring as he spoke--
gpt
It is a terrible distance to have a friend from us!
human
It is a terrible distance for a man to trust his property away from him, gal; and I do not sleep a-nights for thinking of it, when I remember where my own schooner may be all this time!
gpt
Ah, here is Baiting Joe, and with a letter in his hand, uncle, I do declare!