human
Was it the same man who brought those trunks--I mean the same man who--brought me here?
gpt
It surely was, replied Mrs. Ransford, desisting for a moment from her efforts to bestow a pile of dainty shoes into a night-dress case of elaborate drawn thread work.
human
An' a nice mess he's got things in. Jest look at 'em all tossed about, same as you might toss slap-jacks, as the sayin' is. It's a mercy of heaven, an' no thanks to him, you've got a rag fit to wear. It surely ain't fer me to say it, but it's real lucky I'm here to put things right for you. Drat them shoes! I don't guess I'll ever git 'em all into this bag, miss--ma'm--I mean miss, mum.
gpt
I'm sorry, but they don't go in there, she said, feeling that an apology was due for her interference in such well-intended efforts.
human
That's--you see, that's my sleeping-suit case,
gpt
Sleepin'-soot?