human
Git away with yer pays, Oscar, said she;
gpt
They aint 'pays,' they are _peas_, replied Oscar;
human
I don't care what ye call 'em, said Bridget;
gpt
Who 's bothering you? said Oscar;
human
Ye 're a sassy b'y, that's jist what ye are.
gpt
Well, what are you going to do about it?
human
Faith, if it was me that had the doin' of it, I bet I 'd larn ye better manners, ye great, impudent good-for-nothin', if I had to bate yer tin times a day.
gpt
You would n't, though, would you?