human
Oh, Nonny!
gpt
Why, what on earth ails the child? exclaimed Mrs. Absalom. Nan was leaning back in the chair, her face very red, making an effort to fan herself with one little hand, and panting wildly.
human
Malindy! Mrs. Absalom yelled to the cook,
gpt
I don't want any physic, Nonny, she said, still panting, for her run had been a long one;
human
I'm just tired from running. And, oh, Nonny! I have something to tell you.
gpt
Well, my life! exclaimed Mrs. Absalom indignantly, withdrawing her arms from around Nan, and rising to her feet.
human
A little more, an' you'd 'a' had me ready for my coolin'-board. I ain't had such a turn--not sence the day a nigger boy run in the gate an' tol' me the Yankees was a-hangin' Ab. An' all bekaze you've hatched out some rigamarole that nobody on the green earth would 'a' thought of but you.
gpt
Please, Nonny, wait until I tell you.