human
You's lookin' brighter, honey, said she, gleefully.
gpt
Didn't dis yer ole woman tell ye so? Ki! I knowed how 'tw'u'd be las' night.
human
It _does_ seem pleasanter, Noll admitted;
gpt
Mas'r Dick? He's in de libr'y; goin' to call him dis minnit. Breakfas' dun waitin' for ye both, honey; an', bress de Lord! how much ye looks like yer father dis mornin'! and Hagar caressed the boy's hair with her skinny old hands, muttering, as she gazed affectionately in his face,
human
You's de bery picter ob him,--de bery picter!
gpt
Good-morning, Uncle Richard.