human
It's been breedin' a change of weather for a week,
gpt
Right ye air, sir,
human
I 'member hearin' Cap'n Am'zon tell 'bout a dry spell like this, began Cap'n Abe, leaning his hairy fists upon the counter.
gpt
Twas when he was ashore once at Teneriffe----
human
Don't I hear Mandy a-callin' me?
gpt
I gotter git over home myself,
human
Me, too, said Washy, rising.
gpt
Huh! he growled.
human
Ain't goin' to waste my breath on _you_, Amiel Perdue. Go git me a scuttle of coal.
gpt
Hi-mighty! Cap'n Amazon's cut the sand out from under my feet. They think he told them yarns so much better'n I do that they won't even stay to hear me. Hard lines. Niece Louise, hard lines. But mebbe I deserve it!