human
So you stay to us, she went on,
gpt
Hm! You did, eh? he exclaimed.
human
If I had known!
gpt
But I t'ink I mos' not let you see I love you. So I mak' show I don' care at all. An' it hurt me ver' moch in my empty breast, 'Erbe't. But why I do it?--I want you so to marry me! an' bam-bye you marry me; an' I so scare and happy lak I was lose my head! Four days I married now! You not mad at me, 'Erbe't, 'cause I mak' you marry me?
human
What's the diff?
gpt
But bam-bye you ver' glad you marry me, she whispered.
human
For I mak' me ver' nice! I white woman now. I go no more to the breeds. I spik only Engliss now; we will sit in chairs and eat pretty with knives and forks; and always say good morning and good night, lak white people. 'Erbe't, you will teach me all the ways of white people, lak they do outside? I want so bad to be ver' nice, jus' lak white woman!
gpt
Sure!
human
she said at last,
gpt
What's the use of bringing that up? he said at last.
human
You wouldn't understand if I tried to tell you.
gpt
Loving makes me onderstan' moch,
human
Have you any sisters outside, 'Erbe't?
gpt
No,
human
Your mot'er, she is not dead?
gpt
No.
human
She mos' be ver' nice, I think.
gpt
She's a lady!
human
I know what that is, she said.
gpt
A lady is a ver' nice woman. Her voice dropped very low.
human
she whispered, with infinite, passionate desire in her voice--stroking his cheek,
gpt
You 'tend to your work about the place, he said,
human
I do so ver' moch want to be a lady,
gpt
To-morrow, I will begin to fix things nice for you, 'Erbe't,
human
Nice! he echoed.
gpt
My God, Rina! What are you going to begin on?
human
I show you! she said eagerly.
gpt
I have a whole tanned buckskin my father give to me when I go 'way; and my mot'er, she give silk, all colours. I make seven, eight, maybe ten pairs of glove, with cuffs; and work them with silk flowers! No woman can work so good with silk than me! I work all the time there is light; and when all are done I get forty dollar in trade at the store! And I buy cartridges and traps and grub, and another skin to work. Not any more will you be poor, 'Erbe't!
human
Lord! How will we ever drag out the winter in this God-forsaken spot!
gpt
We will do fine! she said eagerly.
human
We will mak' moch money. There is no plentier place for fur; and we will have it all! Me, I can set traps and snares as good as Michel Whitebear. Maybe I will get a silver fox, or a black one. I know the fox! In the spring we will have plenty good credit at the store. We can travel to the Settlement then, and you will not be lonesome. There are many white men. We could stay in the Settlement all summer; and I would cook meals for the freighters and the travellers and mak' more money. I am a good worker, 'Erbe't. Everybody say so!
gpt
That's not a bad idea, he said.
human
Under cover of the restaurant, it would be dead easy to run in a little whiskey over the Berry Mountain trail, and make a pot of money. Fifty cents a drink, by Gad!
gpt
I will not help you do that, 'Erbe't,
human
You'll do what I tell you to do,