human
You'll mebbe like to take a bit of a look at they scrawly anes as I've pit in the pile ower yonder? inquired Luckie Jean, unbending still more.
gpt
There're what they ca's 're-directed,' but there's not mony writes plain for all their fine schuling, bairn. They anes 'ull likely need to wait till my niece comes from Pettalva, as have the gey expensive spectacles.... Na, laddie, ye'll not be distairbing the postmistress at her duties. Bacon--you canna be needing more--you had the half-pound Monday.
human
But ma mither....
gpt
Be off, and tell your mither you've ate your half-pound far too quick,
human
I say, mother, can't _I_ weigh it out for the youngster? You showed me how, ages ago.
gpt
Ou ay, ye'll still be meddling,