human
Well, Jacob--come at last--thought you had forgot us; piped to breakfast at eight bells--always do, you know,
gpt
Have you had your breakfast, Jacob?
human
No, replied I;
gpt
I was obliged to go up to Mr Turnbull's, and that detained me.
human
No more sodgers, Jacob, said Tom;
gpt
Have you? replied Mrs Beazeley, taking two more red herrings out of the cupboard, and putting them on the fire to grill;
human
Well, mother, you make nets to some purpose, for you've always a fish when it's wanted.