human
I can tell 'ee of a vine thing, measter, said Bill Nye,
gpt
There, do hold your tongue, it's enough to make anyone ill to think of,
human
Check, check,
gpt
Anything for me this morning?
human
My sister, as was in a decline, used to have snail-oil rubbed into her back,
gpt
A pretty state of things, cried Mrs. Hen, in a passion.
human
You standing there doing nothing, and it's butter-making morning, and everything behind, and you idling and talking,
gpt
Hur'll catch it,
human
Missis is ---- said Jearje, supplying the blank with a wink, and meaning in a temper this morning.
gpt
Missis,
human
Here's eleven o'clock, she cried, in the sitting-room, pointing to the clock,
gpt
I've made the beds,
human
And the fire isn't dusted up.
gpt
I've dusted up the fire.
human
And you're a lazy slut
gpt
I bean't a lazy slut.
human
You haven't touched the mantelpiece; give me the duster!
gpt
He be done.
human
All you can do is to stand and talk with the men. There's no water taken up stairs.
gpt
That there be.
human
You know you ought to be doing something; the lazy lot of people in this house; I never saw anything like it; there's Mr. Iden's other boots to be cleaned, and there's the parlour to be swept, and the path to be weeded, and the things to be taken over for washing, and the teapot ought to go in to Woolhorton, you know the lid's loose, and the children will be here in a minute for the scraps, and your master will be in to lunch, and there's not a soul to help me in the least,