human
I reckon, said the Clockmaker, as he sat himself down on a bundle of shingles,
gpt
I reckon they are bad off for inns in this country. When a feller is too lazy to work here, he paints his name over his door, and calls it a tavern, and as like as not he makes the whole neighbourhood as lazy as himself--it is about as easy to find a good inn in Halifax, as it is to find wool on a goat's back. An inn, to be a good consarn, must be built a purpose, you can no more make a good tavern out of a common dwelling house, I expect, than a good coat out of an old pair of trousers. They are etarnal lazy, you may depend--now there might be a grand spec made there, in building a good inn and a good church.
human
What a sacrilegious and unnatural union,
gpt
Not at all, said Mr. Slick;
human
I trust it will be long, very long, my friend, said I,