human
What's that you've got there, eh?
gpt
Please, father, a fiddle.
human
Where did you get 'un--steal it, eh?
gpt
No, dada, I bought it.
human
Bought it! Where did you get the money?
gpt
Miss Amory gave it me.
human
How much?
gpt
Her gave me five shilling.
human
Five shillings! And what did that blessed (he did not say
gpt
but something quite the reverse)
human
Three-and-sixpence.
gpt
So you've only one-and-six left?
human
I've none, dada.
gpt
Why not?
human
Because I spent one shilling on a pipe for you, and sixpence on a thimble for stepmother as a present,
gpt
Dash me, roared the roadmaker,
human
You're hardly expecting the abundance of the supper that's awaiting you, he said, with his black patch glowering down at the irresponsive heap in the corner of the cart.
gpt
No stinting of the dressing, I can tell you. You like your meat well basted, don't you? The basting shall not incur your disapproval as insufficient. Underdone? Oh, dear, no! Nothing underdone for me. Pickles? I can promise you that there is something in pickle for you, hot--very hot and stinging. Plenty of capers--mutton and capers. Mashed potatoes? Was the request for that on the tip of your tongue? Sorry I can give you only half what you want--the mash, not the potatoes. There is nothing comparable in my mind to young pig with crackling. The hide is well striped, cut in lines from the neck to the tail. I think we'll have crackling on our pig before morning.