human
Here, Hicky, don't! What do you mean?
gpt
Wittles,
human
Oh, nonsense! We're off home. Tom Tallington's going to have supper with me.
gpt
Nay, he's going to hev his supper here along o' uz, said Hickathrift.
human
Didn't I say, missus, I'd bring 'em home?
gpt
Yes, Mester Dick, cried Mrs Hickathrift;
human
Oh, but we must get back!
gpt
Theer, I towd you so, cried Mrs Hickathrift to her husband, and speaking in an ill-used tone.
human
They're used to table-cloths, and squire's wife's got silver spoons.
gpt
Nay, nay, never mind the cloths and spoons, Mester Dick; stop and have a bite.
human
But, Hicky--
gpt
Nay, now, cried the wheelwright interrupting;
human
I wasn't going to, said Dick, laughing,
gpt
Don't be proud, then, lad. Stop. Why, you nivver knew me say I wouldn't when I've been at your place.