human
Oh, we'll walk round to the stable for 'em, says POWNCEBY. Plod through many puddles, and enter evil smelling shed. Labourer saddling melancholy grey, elaborately stained on both quarters.
gpt
There you are, and as good as they make 'em. Don't know who
human
are, but wish
gpt
would
human
a little cleaner. Mount, and am joined by POWNCEBY on equine framework. Beginning to rain again.
gpt
This is jolly, eh? he says.
human
Oh, awfully, I reply, feebly, as my wreck nearly blunders down on to his fiddle head. Arrive at meet 6.30.
gpt
Oh, the 'ounds 'as bin gorn this 'arf hour or more. The meet was at six,
human
You want to hear the story, eh?
gpt
No!
human
All right, then, that settles your fate, and you shall!
gpt
Well do I remember the episode. It was a cut-throat country that we had to ride over. Many of my soldier comrades, brave and true, fell that day thickly around me--but as they all got up again, it did not really so much matter.