human
Mr. Farnham, said the General, after a few pleasant words had been exchanged,
gpt
Mr. Wall offers thirty dollars a month for Pat. Do you wish to keep him?
human
I suppose I shall have to come up to Wall's offer if I do?
gpt
Exactly,
human
Pat is getting himself a reputation among your customers,
gpt
Frankly, General, replied Mr. Farnham,
human
Pat! Pat! what ails you? cried his mother as the boy came bounding in with a shout and a toss of his cap.
gpt
You'll be wakin' your brothers.
human
I'd like to wake 'em, mother, was the jubilant answer.
gpt
I've got news that's worth wakin' 'em for.
human
And what is it?
gpt
Well, mother, then it's this. I'm to have thirty dollars a month and to stay at the dress counter.
human
Pat! Pat! exclaimed the little woman, excited in her turn.
gpt
It's forty years old I am, and sure and I know better than to be wakin' b'ys out of their slape jist to be hearin' a bit of news. But I'm goin' to wake 'em. They shall be knowin' this night what comes to a b'y that does his best when he's got Gineral Brady to back him. And would Gineral Brady back you if you didn't desarve it? That he wouldn't. I ain't heard nothin' of his backin' up street loafers nor any sort of shiftless b'ys.
human
Is _that_ all?