human
Who's she?
gpt
Why, Frenchy Delarue's daughter! Ellhorn answered.
human
Didn't you ever see her before? That's queer. You remember Delarue, the Frenchman who has the store up the street a-ways and loves to hear himself talk so well. He came here two years ago with a sick wife. She was an Englishwoman and the girl looks just like her. She died in a little while and the daughter has taken care of the kid ever since as if she was its mother. She's a fine girl.
gpt
She's mighty fine lookin', anyway,
human
Well, boys, said Mead,
gpt
I'm goin' to my room to slick up. If you find out what the excitement's about, come over and tell me.
human
I reckon if Emerson was rich he'd be a dude, said Ellhorn, looking meditatively after Mead.
gpt
He keeps a room and his best duds here all the time, and the first thing he does after he strikes town is to go and put on a bald-faced shirt and a long-tailed coat. He don't even stop to take a drink first.