human
Uncle Oscar, this place jes' ain't no place at all, grumbled Susan.
gpt
Look at that shack over yonder what passes fer a sto', and this here little po' white boy settin' up yonder on the seat with our Bobby! He needn't think he is goin' ter 'sociate with the quality. You, Bobby, git down from thar an' come hol' my han'!
human
Hol' your grandmother's han'! I ain't no baby. I'm a 'spressman an' am a gointer hol' the mule. That was pretty near a joke, he said, looking confidingly into the eyes of his new friend.
gpt
One reason I was so good a-comin' up here was because we let Susan go in the Jim Crow coach to keep Uncle Oscar comp'ny, 'cause when she is ridin' anywhere near me she's all time wantin' me to hol' her han.'
human
We thought we'd make two loads of you, said Lewis, when the greetings were over.
gpt
Bill can go ahead with Aunt Lizzie and some of you while the rest of us walk, and when he puts you out at the camp he can come back and meet us half way.
human
Douglas must ride, declared Helen.
gpt
She is so tired.
human
I'm a lot rested now.
gpt
Yes, sure, you must ride,
human
Say, Lewis, you run the jitney first. Legs stiff and tired sitting still,