human
Wherefore?
gpt
Na! Na! the people laughed.
human
Thy medicine be ill, O Klok-No-Ton!
gpt
It be known to all, La-lah stuttered.
human
For eight weary months have I been gone afar with the Siwash sealers, and but this day am I come back to find the blankets of Hooniah gone ere I came!
gpt
It be true! they cried with one accord.
human
The blankets of Hooniah were gone ere he came!
gpt
And thou shalt be paid nothing for thy medicine which is of no avail,
human
I got it from the man La-lah, and often have I thought, and,
gpt
It is a fair day and thy medicine be strong.