human
Hoy! Killed an Inj'an, he did say. He don't look it. Jowls shaking and puffy fingers gentle, he twitched away the blanket to examine Jesse's burnt side.
gpt
Bad. Gun blowed, he said. We'd ought to have goose-grease. The ragged boy was peeking at it. The fat man lifted him away by a greasy spreading ear.
human
Mind thy God-damned manners, pup--a'n't we all brothers in Christ? Go fetch cobwebs. Good as grease, they'll mend a burn.
gpt
Grandmother in Springfield--Madam Rachel Cory ... great-uncle--Mr. John Kenny of Roxbury.
human
I think there was no one near us.
gpt
Ma'am, if my brother might rest in a room where it's quiet?
human
Nay, I'll carry him....
gpt
Nay then, boys, you bide here long as you're a-mind. Jerusha'll get a cart, or you might wait on the sleigh's returning if you wish. Eh, Lord, we saw the fires on the sky before dawn, I'd only just come down to see after breakfast. Anyone'd know you for brothers--eh, Lord, yes! What's your name?
human
Reuben and Benjamin Cory--I'm Benjamin.
gpt
Eh, Lord, yes! I'm Goody Hawks, and you can trust my Jerusha--he'll get you to Springfield one way or t'other. Some tea, ha?
human
You're most kind, ma'am.
gpt
Eh, Lord, nothing--shame if we couldn't help the Lord's own on such a day....