human
Here's their stock runnin' out all winter, that we've heard so much on; but it appears to me, it's mighty poor-lookin' stock. I don't see how in natur' the poor things get a livin' off this dried grass, half buried up in snow.
gpt
Ah, sir! spoke up a man on the seat behind Mr. March;
human
Do you keep stock yourself, sir?
gpt
No, I've never been in the stock business myself, the man replied;
human
I'd rather have her opinion than his. If the critter could speak, I guess she'd say, 'Give me a manger full of good medder hay, in a Massachusetts barn, in place of all this fine winter grass of Colorado.'
gpt
I guess so too, said Rob;