human
Berney she ain't but fourteen an' she gits on to 'em, he said to himself;
gpt
That you, Joe? asked Mrs. Ridder from the next room an hour later.
human
I didn't know you'd come. Yer paw sent word by old man Jackson that he was at Hank's Exchange way down on Market Street, and fer you to come git him.
gpt
It's twelve o'clock,
human
I know it, said Mrs. Ridder, yawning,
gpt
All right, said Joe with a resignation born of experience,