human
I'll be goin' off this night, ma'am--I'll pack me chist, and not stop here any longer at all,
gpt
Going off--what do you mean? You don't say you 're going to leave us so suddenly, Biddy?
human
Yes, that I be, replied Bridget, very decidedly;
gpt
I 'll not be after staying in the same house with that big, ugly b'y, another day.
human
Who, Oscar? What has he done now?
gpt
He's did nothing but bother the life out o' me ivery day since he coom back, that's jist all he 's did, replied Biddy.
human
Jist now, ma'am, he slopped over a hull basin o' dirty whater right on to the clane floor, and thin laffed at me, and sassed me, and called me, all sorts o' bad names--the little sass-box! It's not the like o' Bridget Mullikin that 'll put up with his dirty impidence another day. I 'd like to live with ye, ma'am, and Mister Pristen, good, nice man that he is but I can't stop to be trated like a dog by that sassy b'y.
gpt
I 'll go and see what he has been about,