human
Eh, but to see my growing corn in Yoredale! sighed Squire Metcalf.
gpt
As ’tis, lads, we’re heading straight for Knaresborough, to learn how they are faring there.
human
I do not like the Knaresborough country,
gpt
Not like it? Their garrison has kept the Cropheads busy.
human
Oh, ay, Master Christopher! There’s nothing in the world save sorties and hard gallops. To be sure, we poor women are thrust aside these days.
gpt
What is it?
human
What is it, the boy asks. I thought you grown since Yoredale days; and now, Kit, you’re rough and clumsy as when you came a-wooing and I bade you climb a high tree—if, that is, you had need to find my heart.