human
Yer father's all right, and a rare good fisherman,
gpt
Ah, he's a good fisherman, but he'd be all the better if he didn't have so much of that bottle, grumbled Bob;
human
Here's a present for yer from the sea, mother; maybe she'll bring us good luck coming as she did.
gpt
It 'ud be better luck if we'd picked up a boat,
human
Why, she ain't such a baby as you said, exclaimed Mrs. Coomber, as she unpinned the shawl in which she was wrapped;
gpt
Five years old, repeated Coomber;
human
She's ill, that's what it is, poor little mite--ill and frightened out of her senses; and Mrs. Coomber gathered her in her arms, and kissed the little white lips, and pressed her to her bosom, as only a tender mother can, while the boys stood round in wondering silence, and Coomber dashed a tear from his eye as he thought of the little daughter lying in Fellness churchyard. But he was ashamed of the love that prompted this feeling, and said hastily:
gpt
Now, mother, we mustn't begin by spoiling her;
human
Dear faver Dod, tate tare o' daddy and mammy, and Tiny;