human
Gently, my man, said that gentleman, recognising in this cannon-ball of a young fellow his little travelling companion.
gpt
Why, what's the matter?
human
I beg your pardon, doctor, said Charlie;
gpt
Not a bit. So you are going to fish to-day?
human
Yes, sir, said the beaming Charlie.
gpt
I say, sir, do you think it'll be a fine day?
human
I hope so--good-bye. I suppose this can will be full when you come back?
gpt
Good-bye, sir,