human
And my 'skee!
gpt
Come away, my dear, she said.
human
Come upstairs.
gpt
No, Jimsy protested.
human
Don' go 'way. Got somep'n tell you. Shee this fool Injun here? Know wha' he's goin' do? Goin' slide out'n creep down to ol' well. Says _insur_--_insur-rectos_ all pretty drunk now ... pretty sleepy.... Fool Injun's goin' take three--four--'leven canteens ... bring water back for you. Not f' me! _I_ got somep'n better. 'Sides, he'll get killed ... nice'n dead ... _fancy_ dead ... cut ears off ... cut tongue out firs'! Not f' me! _I'm_ goin' sleep pret' soon. Firs' I'll shing you lil' more!
gpt
Shut up, you drunken fool!
human
Oh, said Jimsy, blinking his eyes rapidly, bowing deeply.
gpt
Ladies present. I shee. My mishtake. My mishtake, ladies! Well, guesh I go sleep now. Come on. Yac', put me to bed 'fore you go. Give you lil' treat. All work'n no play makes Yac' a dull boy!