human
I say, whispered Waller, removing his pipe and puffing from his lips a large cloud of smoke, which rolled upwards in the form of a white ring,
gpt
I say, Bounce, I guess it's past my comprehension what he means by a foreground. How does _we_ make a capital foreground?
human
How does _we_ make a capital foreground?
gpt
Ay, that's it.
human
Don't you know?
gpt
No, I don't.
human
Wot? Nothin' about it wotiver?
gpt
Nothin' wotsomdiver.
human
H'm, that's okard, said Bounce, once more applying to his pipe;
gpt
Wall, come, I does know _somethin'_ about it,
human
Wot's that?
gpt
I calc'late that I knows for certain it ain't got no place wotiver in my onderstandin'.
human
Hah! exclaimed Bounce.
gpt
Come, then, I'll do my best for to explain it t'ye. Here's wot it is. D'ye see Mr Bertram, there?
human
Yes, I does.
gpt
An' d'ye see yerself?
human
Wall, I does,
gpt
Good; then d'ye see the ground over there?
human
Now then, said Bounce, in those deep earnest tones with which men usually attempt to probe the marrow of some desperately knotty question;
gpt
Oh!
human
Yes, resumed Bounce,
gpt
Ho! boy, wot is't?
human
Ba--buffaloes, hah! buffaloes, cried Gibault, panting violently as he came up;
gpt
Where be de leetle gun? He! Monsieur Bertram, out vid it.
human
Where saw ye them?
gpt
Jist oder side of de bluff. Ver' close to de bushes. Queek! queek! vite! mon garcon, you is so drefful slow.