human
You ax him, Nell, whispered Benny;
gpt
May we eat our taters by your fire, Joe?
human
What dost 'a say, little woman?
gpt
May we eat our taters by your fire, please--Benny an' me?
human
Ay, ay, my little 'arties. Come along, I'll make room for 'e here;
gpt
By golly, Nell! said Benny, as he felt the grateful warmth of the fire, and dug his teeth into the potato,
human
Ay, Benny,