human
Hallo, Dave! cried the lads together;
gpt
Nay, I don't want you, my lads.
human
Well, then, we want you,
gpt
Eh?
human
To take us out after the pike, as you promised.
gpt
Nay, it would be too cold, and you wouldn't like it.
human
How do you know, Dave? cried Dick.
gpt
Come, when shall we start?
human
Well, said Dave, looking about him as if in search of a good piece of wood which might prove useful,
gpt
I dunno. You lads do as you likes; but if I wanted to go, I sud say as the weather was nicely sattled, and start to-morrow morning.