human
Billy, you've changed more in a few months than any one I ever seed. You-- he hesitated, and grinned foolishly--
gpt
No, thank you, Billy replied, pulling his trousers up ecstatically.
human
I don't want nothing to drink--to-day. But won't you please look and see if there ain't a letter for Joyce--with her name to it?
gpt
Bet she's expecting word from Gaston.
human
Here's five or six for Gaston hisself--one done up with a broad streak of black round it. It's got a dreadful thick envelope! Well, if I ain't blowed. Here _is_ one for Joyce, and did you ever? Billy was beside him now.
gpt
Done in printing. Well, if that don't beat the Injuns. Mis' Joyce Lauzoon--that's good, Lauzoon! No wonder it didn't strike me first; I guess I read it Jude Lauzoon. Here, you want to tote it up the hill? Shouldn't wonder if it was _from_ Jude. If he's got over his sulks, and finds no one to do for him, it's just like him to wheedle his woman into coming back and--beginning all over.
human
Do you know who that's from?
gpt
How should I? Billy impudently turned away,