human
Pat himsilf couldn't 'a' beat that. It's my belafe you've got a gift for swapin', she said.
gpt
I can leave home to go to my washin' with an aisy mind, I see, and with no fears of chance callers foindin' dirty floors and mussy-lookin' beds a-disgracin' me. If widows is iver lucky, which I doubt, Moike, I'm lucky this far. I've got some wonderful foine sons, so I have.