human
Some dog, eh?
gpt
But how did he know you wanted him? the planter queried.
human
You never called him.
gpt
Mental telepathy, the affinity of souls pitched in the same whatever-you- call-it harmony, the steward mystified.
human
You see, Killeny an' me are made of the same kind of stuff, only run into different moulds. He might a-been my full brother, or me his, only for some mistake in the creation factory somewhere. Now I'll show you he knows his bit of arithmetic.