human
It's very extr'or'nary, Mary, commenced the uncle,
gpt
By whom is he to write, uncle? answered the more considerate and reasonable niece.
human
There are no post-offices in the antarctic seas, nor any travellers to bring letters by private hands.
gpt
But he _did_ write once; and plaguy good news was it that he sent us in that letter!
human
He did write from Rio, for there he had the means. By my calculations, Roswell has left his sealing ground some three or four weeks, and must now be as many thou sand miles on his way home.
gpt
D'ye think so, gal?--d'ye think so? exclaimed the deacon, his eyes fairly twinkling with pleasure.
human
That would be good news; and if he doesn't stop too long by the way, we might look for him home in less than ninety days from this moment!
gpt
I do not think, uncle, that Roswell Gardiner will be very likely to stop on his way to us here, on Oyster Pond,
human
I should be sorry to think that. The best part of his v'y'ge may be made in the West Ingees, and I hope he is not a man to overlook his instructions.
gpt
Will Roswell be obliged to stop in the West Indies, uncle?
human
Sartain--if he obeys his orders; and I think the young man will do _that_. But the business there will not detain him long, --Mary's countenance brightened again, at this remark,--