human
Why, I saw that peaked little person with Mr. Martinson, Mrs. Andy remarked slightingly at the breakfast table.
gpt
Was that Bently Brown? And he has the nerve to want to stand around and boss you--oh, find, me an umbrella, somebody! I shall choke if I can't go and tell him to his silly, pink face what a conceited little idiot he is! (You will see why it was that Rosemary Green had been adopted without question as a member of the Happy Family.)
human
I hope you told him straight out, Luck Lindsay, that these boys would simply tear him limb from limb if he ever dared to butt in on your work. Why, it's you that made the picture fit to look at!
gpt
I came out, he drawled quietly,
human
Well, say! Did you come away out here in the rain to insult us fellers? Big Medicine roared suddenly from the foot of the table.
gpt
I'll take a lot from you, but by cripes they's got to be a line drawed somewheres!
human
You bet. And right there's where we draw it, Luck, spoke up the dried little man who seldom spoke at the table, but concentrated his attention upon the joy of eating what Mrs. Andy set before him.
gpt
I come out here to work for you. That peters out, by gorry I'll go back to chufferin a baggage truck in Sioux, North Dakoty. Kin I have a drop more coffee, Mrs. Green?