human
If this day be spent without strife, this silver shall be yours.
gpt
If we are to earn the reward, it were better thou shouldst hold thy tongue with thy hand, else thou canst not endure throughout the day,
human
Ever am I quiet. It is well known of all the neighbors that thou, and thou alone, art ever quarrelsome,
gpt
The silver does not belong to you, of a certainty.
human
If this day, you will strive one with the other, these one hundred pieces of silver shall be yours.
gpt
This is just the right kind of a basket. The sun can come in all about the cotton, as though it were not in a basket at all.
human
Surely, this will anger her,
gpt
Now, this, too, is just right, for when the wind blows, the cotton will be caught on the rough wood at the mouth and cannot blow away.
human
Those two know not how to quarrel.