human
Plaize, Mrs. Cook, began Zacchary, entering under official privilege, and trying to look full of business,
gpt
But lor', Master Cripps, now, whatever be about? It ain't one of your Hoxford days; and us never sends out no washing!
human
You've a-knowed me a long time now, ain't you, Mrs. Cook? Did you ever know me for to play trickum-trully?
gpt
Never have you done that to my knowledge, the good woman answered steadfastly, though pained in her heart by the thought of one who had;
human
Master Cripps is known to be the breadth of his own word.
gpt
Then, my good soul, will 'ee fetch down Mother Hookham? It bain't for the flourishes, the Lord A'mighty knows. I haven't got the governing of them little scrawls myself nor the seasoning amongst them as appertains to you. Bootifully you could a' done it, Mrs. Cook; but the directions here is so particular! For a job of this sort, you are twenty years too young.
human
Oh, Master Cripps, cried the cook, who made a star, like that upon a pie, for her manual sign;
gpt
Don't 'ee give way now, dear heart alive! Many a time have you told me, and every time I feels the more for 'ee. Quite a young 'ooman you be still in a way, and a treasure for a young man with a whame in his throat, and half-a-guinea every week you might aim for roasting dinner-parties. But do 'ee now go, and fetch Mother Hookham down.
human
The old 'ooman isn't in the house, Master Cripps. She hath so many things to mind that the wonder is how she can ever go through of them. A heavy weight she hath taken off my shoulders, ever since here she come, in virtue of her tongue. But her darter can be had to put a flour to a'most anything if my signs isn't grand enough to go into your hat, Master Cripps.
gpt
Now, my dear good soul, replied the Carrier, standing back and looking at her,