human
Good. That bee will buzz in her ear till she sleeps, and so sound she'll hear no dip of the paddle, by and by. Here, Pierre, my son, you're wanted.
gpt
What for now? Do leave me be. I'm going to bed. I'm just wore out, trot-trottin' from Pontius to Pilate, lugging salt, and----
human
Firs'-rate sign, that gapin'. Yes. Sign you're healthy and able to do all's needed. There's no bed for you this night. Come. Here. Take this basket to the beach. If your canoe needs pitchin', pitch it. There's the lantern. If one goes into the show business he learns right now to work and travel o' nights. Yes. Start. I'll follow and explain.