human
Whatever shall we do? asked Elizabeth Hockin next morning of her husband.
gpt
Us can't go on like this wi' the dead woman about our house nightly. There's no tellin' she might take it into her head to come upstairs and pull the sheets off us. As we took hers, she may think it fair to carry off ours.
human
I think, said Jabez sorrowfully,
gpt
But how?
human
I reckon, said Hockin,
gpt
What have it come to?
human
Three pounds five and fourpence, as I make it out.
gpt
Well, said Elizabeth,