human
What gwaines-on! Theer's no master minds 'mongst them people nowadays, she said.
gpt
Your faither wouldn't have let his folk make a show of themselves like that.
human
They 'm mostly chicken stealers nowadays, declared Will;
gpt
Not to none o' your name--never, declared his mother.
human
No gypsy's gwaine to forget my husband in his son's time. Many gude qualities have they got, chiefly along o' living so much in the awpen air.
gpt
An' gude appetites for the same cause! Go after Tim, wan of 'e. He've trotted down the road half a mile, an' be runnin' arter that blue concern as if't was a circus. Theer! Blamed if that damned gal in the thing ban't stoppin' to let un catch up! Now he'm feared, an' have turned tail an' be coming back. 'Tis all right; Ship be wi' un.