human
What is it, my good fellow? asked the Squire, perceiving his hesitation.
gpt
Nothing amiss with your household, I sincerely hope, my friend? You are a fortunate man in one thing--you have had no children yet.
human
Ay, ay; your Worship is right enough there. The Lord lends they, and He takes them away. And the taking be worse than the giving was good.
gpt
Now, Master Cripps, we must not talk so. All is meant for the best, I doubt.
human
Her may be. Her may be, Cripps replied.
gpt
The Lord is the one to pronounce upon that, knowing His own maning best. But He do give very hard measure some time to them as have never desarved it. Now, there be your poor Miss Grace, for instance. As nice a young lady as ever lived; the purtiest ever come out of a bed; that humble, too, and gracious always, that 'Cripps,' she would say--nay 'Master Cripps'--she always give me my proper title, even on a dirty linen day--'Master Cripps,' her always said, 'let me mark it off, in your hat, for you'--no matter whether it was my best hat, or the one with the grease come through--'Master Cripps,' she always say, 'let me mark it out for you.'
human
Very well, Cripps. I know all that. It is nothing to what my Grace was. And I hope, with God's blessing, she will do it again. But what is it you are so full of, Cripps?