human
I reckon we're kind o' old for this country, said the Deacon.
gpt
It don't seem to me's I feel quite so fust-rate's I did at home. Trees gets too old to transplant after a while.
human
That's so! that's so! exclaimed Billy.
gpt
I've never yet seen the fust time, old folks adoin' well here. The air's too bracin' for 'em. They can't get used to it,--no offence to you, sir,
human
Oh, no offence,--no offence at all, replied the Deacon.
gpt
I don't make any bones about ownin' that I'm old. Me 'n' my wife's both seen our best days; 'n' I reckon we're best off at home. I think we'd better go, Parson. We're mighty sorry to leave you; but when you move south, we'll start the other way towards home. Ain't that so, Elizy?
human
Yes, she sobbed,
gpt
I expect so. It's just providential, the hull on't.
human
Dear Mrs. Plummer, do not cry so! exclaimed Mrs. March.
gpt
We have had a very pleasant time. It is only a few months; and when you get home, it will only seem as if you had taken a six months' journey. I really think you will be better in Mayfield than here.
human
Oh, I've no doubt on't, said Mrs. Plummer, still crying in her handkerchief;