human
Beg pardon, miss. No dogs allowed. On the rules, miss.
gpt
William, she replied--for she was experienced in undergardeners, knew that they always answer to the name of William, also that they are exposed to peculiar temptations in the way of bulb--
human
William, for whom you are potting those tulips?
gpt
Here's a rum start, said William.
human
A young lady as knows my name, what I'm up to and all, coming here at five o clock in the blessed morning when all young ladies as I ever heard of has got their noses in their pillowses--else 'tain't no good being a young lady. Ketches me a disposin' of the toolups. With a dawg, and whistles like a young nobleman.
gpt
No knowin' who she mayn't tell, nor what she mayn't say. It's dangerous, William.