human
Och hone! och hone! that iver I should see the day! exclaimed a poor Irish woman, wringing her hands.
gpt
It's ruined intirely I am by the fire. Is that you, Mrs. Hoffman, and Paul? Indade it's a sad day for the likes of us.
human
It is indeed, Mrs. McGowan. Do you know how the fire caught?
gpt
It's all along of that drunken brute, Jim O'Connel. He was smokin' in bed, bad luck to him, as drunk as a baste, and the burnin' tobacker fell out on the shates, and set the bed on fire.
human
Cheer up, Mrs. McGowan! said the hearty voice of Mrs. Donovan.
gpt
We ain't burnt up ourselves, and that's a comfort.
human
I've lost all my money, said Mrs. McGowan disconsolately.
gpt
I had twenty-siven dollars and thirty cents in the bank, and the bank-book's burnt up, och hone!
human
You can get your money for all that, Mrs. McGowan, said Paul.
gpt
Just tell them at the savings-bank how you lost your book, and they will give you another.
human
Do you think so?
gpt
I feel sure of it.
human
Then that's something, said she, looking considerably relieved.
gpt
Whin can I get it?
human
I will go with you to the bank to-morrow.
gpt
Thank you, Paul. And it's you that's a fine lad intirely.
human
All my pictures will burn up,
gpt
You can draw some new ones, said Paul.
human
I am afraid, mother, you will never wear that new dress of yours.
gpt
It's a pity I bought it just at this time.
human
Here's a bundle I took from your room, Mrs. Hoffman,
gpt
My dress is safe, after all, said Mrs. Hoffman in surprise.
human
It is the only thing we shall save.
gpt
You can have it made up and wear it in remembrance of the fire, mother.
human
I shall be likely to remember that without.