human
I must go, she said;
gpt
Clem's son, mind. An' let me be the first to see it, for I feel't will be the gude pleasure of God I should.
human
An' you promise to say no word, whatever betides, an' whatever you hear?
gpt
Dumb I'll be, as him theer--dumb, countin' the weeks an' months.
human
Day's broke, an' I must go home-along,