human
My friend, said the Chief of Police, elevating his voice so that the countryman could hear him distinctly,
gpt
If I want to sell my cotton? Well, you don't reckon I want to give it away, do you? Way over yander in the fur eend of town, they told me that the cotton warehouse was down here some'rs, an' that it was made of brick. This shebang is down yander, an' it's made of brick. How fur is t'other place?
human
Right around the corner,
gpt
Humph--yes; that's the way wi' ever'thing in this blamed town; it's uther down yander, or right around the corner. But ef it was right here, how could I git to it? Deliver me from places whar they celebrate Christmas in the hottest part of June! Ef I ever git out'n the town you'll never ketch me here ag'in--I'll promise you that.
human
Oh, Mister, please don't say that! wailed some humourist in the crowd.
gpt
There's hundreds of us that couldn't live without you.
human
Oh, is that you? cried the countryman.
gpt
Tell your sister Molly that I'll be down as soon as I sell my cotton.