human
Is this all the welcome I am to get? said I, holding out my hand.
gpt
And have you no more memory of old friends?
human
Keep me! wha's this of it? she cried, and then,
gpt
God's truth, it's the tautit[19] laddie!
human
The very same,
gpt
Mony's the time I've thocht upon you and your freen, and blythe am I to see in your braws, [20] she cried.
human
Though I kent ye were come to your ain folk by the grand present that ye sent me and that I thank ye for with a' my heart.
gpt
There, said Miss Grant to me,