human
Gee-min-_ent_-ly! Joel roared.
gpt
I thought you was mad at me about something. You never came near.
human
I wanted to come, Luke croaked,
gpt
Gee, that's damn tough,
human
What you been readin' lately? A little bit of everything, I guess, hey?
gpt
A whole lot of nothin', Luke sighed.
human
I got no strength for readin' by the time I shut my ledgers. I got to save my eyes, you know. The light's bad in that back room.
gpt
What you been writin', then?
human
Miles of figures and entries about one gross bottles lemon, two gross sassaprilla, one gross empties returned.
gpt
No more poetry?
human
No more nothin'.
gpt
Well, you been makin' money, anyways; that's something.
human
Yeh. I buy my own shoes and clo'es now and pay my board and lodgin' at home. And paw puts the two dollars that's left into the savings bank. I got nearly thirty dollars there now. I'll soon have enough for a winter soot and overcoat.
gpt
Gee, can't you go buggy ridin' even with Kit?
human
I could if I had the time and the price, and if her maw wasn't so poorly that Kitty can't get away. I go over there Sunday afternoons sometimes, but her maw always hollers for her to come in. She's afraid to be alone. Kit's had to give up the high school account of her maw.
gpt
How about her goin' away to be a great singer?
human
Oh, that's all off. Kit can't even practice any more. It makes her mother nervous. And Kit had to give up the church choir too. You'd hardly know her. She cries a lot about lookin' so scrawny. O' course I tell her she's pirtier than ever, but that only makes her mad. She can't go to sociables or dances or picnics, and if she could she's got no clo'es. We don't have much fun together; just sit and mope, and then I say: 'Well, guess I better mosey on home,' and she says: 'All right; see you again next Sunday, I s'pose. G'by.'