human
The fire has cost me seventy cents, besides the breakfast we lost when the place was burned,
gpt
I'd have been willin' to give a good deal more'n that right out of my own pocket, poor as trade has been, than to lose the snuggest lodgin'-place in this town. We'll never find anythin' that will come up with that shed.
human
Cryin' won't help out on it. What we've got to do is to hunt up another shanty where we can bunk in without givin' up too much money, for after havin' to buy a new outfit I can't afford to fool away good dollars payin' for a bed at a reg'lar lodgin'-house.
gpt
You'll never get anythin' that will come up to the shanty Jip Collins set on fire,