human
You needn't go putting yourself out about dinner, Miss Priscilla, said Pet, who well knew the spinster's parsimoniousness in this respect, and thought she would just give her a hint.
gpt
Anything will do for me--a broiled chicken, with a mince pie and some grapes; or some nice mutton chops, fried in butter, with a rice-pudding, or a custard--anything, you know. But don't put yourself out!
human
I don't hintend to, said Miss Priscilla, knitting away, grimly.
gpt
I never do put myself hout for hanybody; wouldn't for the President hof the United States or the King hof Hingland--no, not hif he was to come hall the way from Lunnon hon his two blessed bare knees to hask hit hof me has a favor. Hand hif you'd pick up them there clothes of your'n, Miss Pet, which his hall pitched habout, hand gives the room a' huntidy look, and put them hon the table, hand call to Haunt Bob to carry them hup-stairs, I'd feel heasier hin my mind.
human
Oh, let them lay! said Pet, indifferently.
gpt
They're old things; and I ain't particular about them. I guess the floor won't dirty them much!
human
My floor's clean, Miss Pet, I'd have you for to know, hand wouldn't dirty hanybody's things! answered Miss Priscilla, sharply, and with flashing eyes;
gpt
generally, until Miss Priscilla Toosypegs
human
in her secret heart that the next time she saw Miss Petronilla Lawless coming, she would lock every door in the house, and send Cupid out with his