human
Why should they wish so much to be alone?
gpt
You'd think Seth Upham would know enough to ask the advice of a man who's been working for him ever since Neil Gleazen ran away from home, now wouldn't you? Here I've toiled day in and out and done good work for him and learned the business, for all the many times he's said he never saw a thicker head, until there ain't a better hand at candling eggs, not this side of Boston, than I be. And does he ask my advice when he's got something up his sleeve? No, he don't! And yet I'll leave it to Arnold, here, if my nose ain't keener to scent sour milk than any nose in Topham--yes, sir.
human
Sim, there's a lady here wants some calico and spices. Come and wait on her.
gpt
Well, my friend, what did you gather during your stay in yonder?
human
Gather? Gather? Sim spluttered.
gpt
I gathered nothing. There was talk of dollars and cents and pounds and pence, and stocks and oils, and ships and horses, and though I listened till my head swam, all I could make out was when Neil Gleazen told me to shut the door behind my back. If they was to ask my advice, I'd tell 'em to talk sense, that's what I'd do.
human
Ah, Sim, said Arnold,
gpt
Now you're talking like a Quaker, Sim replied hotly.
human
Why do Quakers talk that way, I'd like to know. Thee-ing and thou-ing till it is enough to fuddle a sober man's wits. I declare they are almost as bad as people in foreign parts who, I've heard tell, have such a queer way of talking that an honest man can't at all understand what they're saying until he's got used to it.
gpt
Such, indeed, is the way of the inconsiderate world, Sim,