human
Jane, said she,
gpt
I want thickey ship to be put in with Peter. 'Twere made for he, and I can't let another have it, and I can't keep it myself.
human
Nonsense, retorted Mrs. Rea, junior.
gpt
The boat can be no use to he, now.
human
I wouldn't say that. There's naught revealed on them matters. But I'm cruel certain that up aloft there'll be a rumpus if Peter wakes up and don't find his ship.
gpt
You may take it away; I'll have none of it,
human
Mr. Matthews, I want you to put this here boat in wi' my gran'child Peter. It will go in fitty at his feet.
gpt
Very sorry, ma'am, but not unless I break off the bowsprit. You see the coffin is too narrow.
human
Then put'n in sideways and longways.
gpt
Very sorry, ma'am, but the mast is in the way. I'd be forced to break that so as to get the lid down.