human
No, you can't come up, Mike had just said in answer to their entreaties.
gpt
The roof won't bear you.
human
There goes Jim again, soliloquized the widow.
gpt
Wantin' to cut a round hole in a boord with a knife, when 'tis only himself he'd be cuttin', and not the boord at all. It's not so much that he's iver for doin' what he can't, but he's awful set against doin' what he can. Jim, come here!
human
You see how loike your father Pat and Moike and Andy is, some wan way and some another. Do you want to be loike him, too?
gpt
Up on the roof sat Mike with his knife.
human
Well, then, remimber your father would niver have been for climbin' to the roof of the new kitchen and cuttin' a round hole in a boord with a knife so as to run the pipe through when he was your soize. But he would have been for huntin' up some dry kindlin' to start the fire for supper. So, now, there's your job, Jim, and do it good. Don't come back with a skimpin' bit that won't start the coal at all.
gpt
Tim left me a fortune when he left me my b'ys, all but Jim, she said,