human
You'd let her wear your watch--wouldn't you?
gpt
Gladly.
human
She could look at my aunt's album,
gpt
She mustn't git no grease on it or she'll git spoke to,
human
Uncle Silas has put the bear's-oil away, said Socky, in a tone of regret. He thought a moment, and then added,
gpt
Ladies don't never git spoke to.
human
You'd carry her on your back--wouldn't you, Uncle Robert?
gpt
Oh no--that wouldn't do,
human
Men don't never carry ladies on their backs,
gpt
Uncle Silas carries 'em,
human
That's only Aunt Sinthy,
gpt
and their voices rang in the still woods, calling,
human
Hoo-hoo! hoo-hoo!