human
Strange, muttered the Dominie,
gpt
Did he pull you, sir?
human
Yes, many times; and then he walked away.
gpt
It appears that you have been pulled too much, sir,
human
sang out old Tom: and then looking at Tom,
gpt
Now, ain't you a pretty rascal, master Tom?
human
It is done, exclaimed the Dominie, with a sigh, putting the fragment into the remaining pocket;
gpt
Now, I think it is undone, and can be done, master, replied Tom.
human
A needle and thread will soon join the pieces of your old coat again--in _holy_ matrimony, I may safely say--
gpt
True. (_Cluck, cluck_.) My housekeeper will restore it; yet will she be wroth, `_Feminae curaeque iraeque_;' but let us think no more about it, cried the Dominie, drinking deeply from his pannikin, and each minute verging fast to intoxication.