human
It do seem you’d be the better for a drop of rain, Noakes went on.
gpt
The ground be dust dry. Them there carrots baint no good.
human
True; I’m afeared ’twill be a bad year wi’ me.
gpt
Well, we’re in the hands of Them above, said Noakes, smiling and rubbing his hands slowly together.
human
The old ancient men of Egypt had their lean years and their years of plenty; we can’t look for no different in these here end o’ the world times.
gpt
Ah, Mr. Noakes, I don’t gainsay ’ee, but ’tud hev made all the difference to me, a good moist season. I be afeard I shall have to axe ’ee——
human
Not a word, neighbour. Sufficient unto the day, you know. Not but what ’tis a misfortune to ’ee, but things may take a turn.