human
If ye wait till I git out the mail I'll drive ye inter the tavern yard in style. I bait the horses there.
gpt
Oh, I'll walk, she told him brightly.
human
I can get dinner there, I suppose?
gpt
Warn't they expectin' you at Cap'n Abe's? the stage driver asked.
human
I want to know! Oh, yes. You can buy your dinner at the tavern. But 'tain't a long walk to Cap'n Abe's. Not fur beyond the Mariner's Chapel.