human
You ain't chasin' me out, Miss Joan--ma'm? she cried aghast, her round eyes rolling in sudden distress.
gpt
Why, miss--ma'm, I never meant no harm--that I didn't. Y' see I was jest sore hearin' them sayin' things 'bout you in the camp, an' you a-singin' made me feel you didn't care nuthin'. An' these scallawags a-comin' around a-sassin' you, an' a-kissin' you, sort o' set my blood boilin'. No, miss--ma'm, you ain't a-goin' to chase me out! You wouldn't now, would you? she appealed.
human
Jest say you won't, an' I'll have the house turned sheer upside down 'fore you know wher' you are. There, jest think of it. You may need some un to ke'p that scallawag Buck in his place. How you goin' to set about him without me around? I ain't quittin' this day month, am I, miss--ma'm?