human
Tell you it is,
gpt
Tell you it isn't, cried Tom.
human
Jacky-lanterns are never lame. They never hop up and down like that, but seem to glide here and there like a honey-bee. It's our Joe come to meet us with the horn lantern. It's his game leg makes it go up and down.
gpt
Dick!
human
Yes, father,
gpt
We'll say `good-night' now, said the squire.
human
Here, Dick, Farmer's Joe is coming on with the lantern. Shall we let him light us home?
gpt
Why, we should have to see him home afterwards, father,
human
Right, my lad! Good-night, Tallington! You are in for your two hundred, mind.
gpt
Yes, and may it bring good luck to us! said the fanner.
human
Good-night to both of you!
gpt
Good-night!