human
Tell me true, Will; don't 'e play with a mother 'bout a life-an'-death thing like her cheel. I heard voices in the night, an' thought 't was a dream--but--oh, bwoy, not Chris, not our awn Chris!--'t would 'most kill me for pure joy, I reckon.
gpt
Listen to me, mother, an' eat your food. Us won't have no waste here, as you knaw very well. I haven't tawld 'e the end of the story. Chris, 'pearin' to be back again, I thinks, 'this will give mother palpitations, though 't is quite a usual thing for a darter to come back to her mother,' so I takes her away to the linhay for the night an' locks her in; an' if 't was true, she might be theer now, an' if it weer n't--
human
I be strong--strong to meet my awn darter. Gimme the key, quick--the key, Will--do 'e hear me, child?
gpt
I'll come along with 'e.
human
No, I say. What! Ban't I a young woman still? 'T was awnly essterday Chris corned in the world. You just bide with Phoebe, an' do what I tell 'e.