human
When I am dead, diddle diddle, as well may hap, Bury me deep, diddle diddle, under the tap, Under the tap, diddle diddle, I'll tell you--
gpt
Lord! exclaimed the singer, breaking off suddenly,
human
Yea, in good sooth, Adam, the very same,--but you sing, Adam?
gpt
Ah!--I sing, Mr. Belloo, sir, an' if you ax me why, then I tell you because I be 'appy-'earted an' full o' j-o-y, j'y, sir. The mortgage be paid off at last, Mr. Belloo, sir,--Miss Anthea be out o' debt,--free, sir,--an' all along o' Master Georgy, God bless him!
human
Oh! said Bellew,
gpt
Good! exclaimed Adam,
human
Ah, Mr. Belloo sir! it be more than good,--it's saved Miss Anthea's home for her, and--betwixt you an' me, sir,--I think it's saved her too. An' it be all along o' that Master Georgy! Lord sir! many's the time as I've watched that theer blessed b'y a-seekin', an' a-searchin', a pokin' an' a pryin' round the place a-lookin' for 'is fortun',--but, Lord bless my eyes an' limbs, sir!--I never thought as he'd find nothin'.
gpt
Why, of course not, Adam.
human
Ah!--but that's jest where I were mistook, Mr. Belloo, sir,--because 'e did.
gpt
Did what, Adam?
human
Found the fortun' as he were always a-lookin' for,--a sack o' golden soverings, sir, an' bank-notes, Mr. Belloo, sir,--bushels on 'em; enough--ah! more 'n enough to pay off that mortgage, and to send that theer old Grimes about his business,--an' away from Dapplemere for good an' all, sir.
gpt
So Grimes is really paid off, then, is he, Adam?
human
I done it myself, sir,--wi' these here two 'ands,--Three thousand pound I counted over to him, an' five hundred more--in banknotes, sir, while Miss Anthea sat by like one in a dream. Altogether there were five thousand pound as that blessed b'y dug up out o' the orchard--done up all in a pertater sack, under this very i-dentical tree as you'm a set-tin' under Mr. Belloo sir. E'cod, I be half minded to take a shovel and have a try at fortun'-huntin' myself,--only there ain't much chance o' findin' another, hereabouts; besides--that b'y prayed for that fortun', ah! long, an' hard he prayed, Mr. Belloo sir, an'--'twixt you an' me, sir, I ain't been much of a pray-er myself since my old mother died. Anyhow, the mortgage be paid off, sir, Miss Anthea's free, an' 'tis joy'ful, an' 'appy-'earted I be this night. Prudence an' me'll be gettin' married soon now,--an' when I think of her cookin'--Lord, Mr. Belloo sir!--All as I say is God bless Master Georgy! Good-night, sir! an' may your dreams be as 'appy as mine,--always supposin' I do dream, --which is seldom. Good-night, sir!