human
There _is_ another bottle, Tom, said his father, coming out and taking his seat again.
gpt
I knew there was. You young rascal, you don't know how you frightened me! And old Tom put the pannikin to his lips.
human
Drowned the miller, by heavens! said he,
gpt
What could I have been about?
human
I suppose, upon the strength of another bottle in the locker, you are doubling the strength of your grog. Come, father, and Tom held out his pannikin,
gpt
No, no, Tom; your next shall be stronger. Well, master, how do you like your liquor?
human
Verily, replied the Dominie,