human
There's Mestur 'Ans! said Charity.
gpt
See thee, Rachel, I'll teem them eggs into th' pan; thou doesn't need to come.
human
That's a good lass, she said.
gpt
Eh, but it's a dark day; they'll none see a white horse a mile off to-night.
human
They'd have better e'en nor me to see it any night,
gpt
Hearken to th' lad! said Rachel.
human
Eh, it's gradely [excellent, exactly right] music, is that!
gpt
He sings well, does Mestur 'Ans.
human
Through all my life Thy favour is So frankly showed to me, That in Thy house for evermore My dwelling-place shall be.
gpt
Here's a clean floor, Rachel! Tarry a minute, while I pluck off my shoes, and I will run across in my stocking-feet. It shall be `February Fill-dyke,' methinks, ere the day break.
human
He's as good as my Lady and Mrs Edith, for not making work,
gpt
I would we could set him i' th' garden, and have a crop on him, responded Rachel.
human
He's th' only man I ever knew that 'd think for a woman.
gpt
Eh, lass, yo' never knew Sir Aubrey!