Here is a sample of a chat between Dick and his master.
"Doctor," the bird would begin, "is it, is it a nate Irish pet?"
"Silence and go to sleep. I want to write," said the doctor.
"Eh?" Dick would say; "What is it? What d'ye say?"
If no answer came the bird would break out:
"Is it sugar,—snails—sugar, snails, and brandy?" Then, "Doctor, doctor!"
"Well, Dickie, what is it now?"
"Doctor—whew." That meant the doctor was to whistle.
"I shant."