human
It makes me sick; always did. Wish I hadn't come, sighed Billy, feeling, all too late, that lemonade and
gpt
I didn't ask you to come; _you_ asked _me_; so it isn't my fault,
human
Oh, I'm _so_ tired,
gpt
You'll be tireder before you get home, I guess. Nobody asked _you_ to come, anyway;
human
I said I wouldn't be a bother, and I wont. I'll walk right home this minute, I aint afraid of thunder, and the rain wont hurt these old clothes. Come along,
gpt
My head aches like fury. Don't I wish old Jack was here to take me back,
human
You might as well wish for Lita and the covered wagon while you are about it, then we could all ride,
gpt
Why, Billy Barton, how in the world did you get here?