human
Hey, lads, said the wheelwright with a low chuckle, as he walked down with the boys to where the lanthorn still hung upon the willow-stump, the care of the constable having been left to the women;
gpt
But he's very bad, isn't he?
human
I should say no, replied Hickathrift.
gpt
Man who's very badly don't call people.
human
But his leg?
gpt
Ay, that's badly. I give the hankycher a good tighten up, and that hot him, so that he had to howd his tongue.
human
That made him hold his tongue, Hicky?
gpt
Ay, lad. I med him feel that if he didn't shoot his neb, I'd pull tighter, and so he quieted down. Now, tell us all about it.
human
Give us some bread and butter first, Hicky; we're nearly starved.
gpt
Hey, lads, cried the wheelwright.
human
Here, coom in to missus and--
gpt
Here, boys, he cried;