human
Oh! Mr. Chalmers, she exclaimed, as she entered the room,
gpt
I had such a strange dream last night; I dreamt that you were dead. And I dreamt, she continued,
human
Squire
gpt
What name, sir?
human
What hae ye to dae wi' my name, gin I gie ye the siller?
gpt
I require it for the way-bill; and unless you give it, you can't have a place in the coach,
human
Oh! gin that be the case, I suppose ye maun hae't. Weel, then, my name's John Tamson o' Butter Braes, an' ye may put 'Esquire' till't, gin ye like; at least, I live on my ain farm.
gpt
Ow, he is just a weed harum-scarum creature, that wad never take his studies; daft, sir, clean daft.
human
Deft! said the justice;
gpt
Just Fifish, replied Peter;