human
It don't seem but little ways to Baxter, does it? said Miss Pickett, after a while.
gpt
I felt we should pass a good deal o' time on the road, but we must be pretty near half-way there a'ready.
human
Why, more'n half! exclaimed Mrs. Flagg.
gpt
Yes; there's Beckett's Corner right ahead, an the old Beckett house. I haven't been on this part of the road for so long that I feel kind of strange. I used to visit over here when I was a girl. There's a nephew's widow owns the place now. Old Miss Susan Beckett willed it to him, an' he died; but she resides there an' carries on the farm, an unusual smart woman, everybody says. Ain't it pleasant here, right out among the farms!
human
Mis' Beckett's place, did you observe? said the stranger, leaning forward to listen to what her companions said.
gpt
I expect that's where I'm goin' Mis' Ezra Beckett's?
human
That's the one,