human
I'm your man, Masther Robert.
gpt
Who's first?
human
I am--there's the fi'penny--that's for the lot!
gpt
Good luck to you, sit down--will you have the Currah thoro'bred-cut?
human
That's the thing,
gpt
Then, young gentlement, as there ain't much room--and if you do be all looking on, I'll be bothered--just come in one by one.
human
Master Robert, dear, keep your hat on for the life of you, for fear of cowld.
gpt
This is elegant, said Bob.
human
Mikey, it will be the making of you; but don't say a word till you hear how they'll praise you at dinner.
gpt
Mum!