human
, and, twisting up the tortillas, we scooped and swallowed
gpt
Be my sowl! it ates purty well, black as it is, said Chane, looking ruefully into the empty vessel.
human
It's got a worse complaint than the colour, didn't yez fetch us a thrifle more of it, my darlint boy?
gpt
No in tin days! cried Chane, mistaking the
human
for a phrase of broken English, to which, indeed, its pronunciation somewhat assimilates it.
gpt
Och! git out wid you! Bad luck to yer picther! In tin days it's Murtagh Chane that'll ayther be takin' his tay in purgathory or atin' betther than black banes in some other part of the world.
human
Tin days, indade! Sure we'd be did wid hunger in half the time. We want the banes _now_.
gpt
Phwhat's that he sez, Raowl?
human
He says he don't understand you.
gpt
Thin spake to him yerself, Raowl. Till him we want more banes, and a few more ov thim pancakes, if he plazes.
human
No I--is that phwhat ye say, my darlint? Well, iv yez won't go yerself, sind somebody else; it's all the same thing, so yez bring us the ateables.
gpt
Oh! there agin with your tin days--but it's no use; yez understand me well enough, but yez don't want to bring the banes.
human
He tells you there is no more,
gpt
Oh! the desavin' Judas! and five hundred ov thim grazers atin' over beyant there. No more banes! oh, the lie!
human
Fray holeys! repeated Chane, imitating the Mexican's pronunciation of the word
gpt
.
human
Och! git out wid your fray holeys! There isn't the size of a flay of holiness about the place. Git out!
gpt
I'm chokin', said the latter, after a pause;