human
Never mind, mammy, I'll setch some slowers sor you,
gpt
Mary O'Neill, how dare you? cried Nessy.
human
You wilful, wicked, underhand little vixen, what will your Aunt Bridget say? Don't you know this is Betsy Beauty's bed, and nobody else is to touch it?
gpt
Your mamma has nothing to do with it. You know quite well that your Aunt Bridget manages everything in this house, and nothing can be done without her.