human
Nan, you must be ill,
gpt
I am, Aunt Fanny; I am not feeling well at all.
human
Lie there on the sofa, child,
gpt
If you-all are talking secrets, I'll go away,
human
No, child, remarked Mrs. Lumsden;
gpt
This is the way I used to cure Gabriel, when he was ill or weary,
human
Did you?
gpt
This is the second time I have been able to sit down since breakfast,
human
I have walked miles and miles,
gpt
Wey you done wit Honey Nan? she asked.
human
She in dis house; you ain' kin fool we.
gpt
Come in, and behave yourself if you know how, said Mrs. Lumsden.
human
Come in, Tid.
gpt
How come we name Tid? How come we ain't name Tasma Tid?
human
Sit in the corner there at the foot of the sofa,