human
Hist, mither! Can yer be after taking care of two poor boys for a night or so?
gpt
Where do yer come from?
human
Shure it's from the say, answered Larry, who had undertaken to be chief spokesman.
gpt
We've just run away from a thundering big king's ship, and don't want to go back again.
human
Why for?
gpt
For fear of a big baste of a cat which may chance to score our backs, if she doesn't treat us worse than that.
human
That's a big thundering lie,
gpt
Come in, said the old woman, lifting up the flap of the counter.
human
I'll house yer if yer can pay for yer board and lodging.
gpt
No fear of that, ma'am,
human
Come along, my boys,