human
I'll mail them, Miss Nicholson, said Sandy.
gpt
Let's go. He took Sam aside as the car swung round and up to the porch.
human
I'm obliged to you, Sam, he said.
gpt
It was sure comin' to him an' I've been havin' hard work to keep my hands off him. I've a notion he'll trail better now. If Brandon arrives befo' we git back, look out fo' him. Mormon'll help you entertain.
human
Seguro, replied Sam.
gpt
Look at Keith. He looks like a rattler with his fangs pulled. I'll bet he c'ud spit bilin' vitriol right now.
human
His cud ain't jest what he most fancies, this minute, said Sandy dryly.
gpt
Sorter bitter to chew an' hard to swaller. Sammy, Sandy's voice changed to affection, his eyes twinkled,
human
I didn't sabe you an' Miss Nicholson was so well acquainted.
gpt
You go plumb to hell!