human
First-rate, that's Emmy to a tee. A splendid likeness!
gpt
Arrah! then, it's dead he must be!
human
It's no laughin' matter, boys, cried the corporal, looking up with an expression so solemn that his comrades almost believed it to be genuine.
gpt
There's my owld uncle Macgrath gone to his long home, an' he was the support o' me grandmother. Och! what'll she do now wid him gone an' me away at the wars?
human
Won't some other relation look after her, Flynn?
gpt
Other relation! exclaimed the corporal;
human
I've got no other relations, an' them that I have are as poor as rats. No, uncle Macgrath was the only wan wid a kind heart an' a big purse. You see, boys, he was rich-- for an Irishman. He had a grand farm, an' a beautiful bit o' bog. Och! it'll go hard wid--
gpt
Read on, Flynn, and hold your tongue, cried one of his comrades;