human
I want half a dozen of those toy balloons,
gpt
They bain’t for sale,
human
Indeed! You hang them up as ornaments, I suppose. Perhaps you’ll sell me some if I buy some sugar, say.
gpt
Get out of my shop, cried Noakes, furiously.
human
I tell ’ee I won’t serve ’ee, and I won’t have you imperent young fellers in my shop at all, so now you know it.
gpt
There must be a mistake. My aunt says that the principal tradesman is a very civil and obliging person. You know her—Miss Caroline Templeton. She is coming down in a few days to lecture on food economy, and wants you to lay in a stock of various things of which I have a list. But perhaps she is referring to somebody else, and it’s no good bothering you.