human
Ise done sick o' seein' dat flower boy, declared Susan, savagely, to Frances, in a kitchen interview.
gpt
Sho' as de brekkus bell rings, he rings de nex', an' he's gettin' sassy as if he run de whole business an' brung 'em heself.
human
An' if yuh eats much mo' dat candy layin' erroun', I'll be plumb scared o' yuh eatin' yo' vittles.
gpt
You shall have a box for yourself,
human
Me! De Lawd knows I don't want none! I'd ruther hab one o' dem plump partridges Marse Edward brought yestiddy dan all de choclits yuh can rake and scrape.
gpt
You shall have that, too; broil them for supper.
human
Who's gwine be hyar?
gpt
No one but us.
human
Humph! dyar'll be jes' ernuff.