human
What you tidying up so fer, Joe? asked his mother that night;
gpt
No,
human
Well, I'm right glad you ain't. Berney and Dick ain't got up the coal, and there's all them dishes to wash, and the baby she's got a misery in her year.
gpt
Has paw turned up?
human
Yes, answered Mrs. Ridder indifferently.
gpt
He looked in 'bout three o'clock. He was tolerable full then, and I 'spec he's been took up by now. He said he was goin' to buy me a bird-cage with a bird in it, but I surely hope he won't. Them white mice he brought me on his last spree chewed a hole in Berney's stocking; besides, I never did care much for birds. Good lands! what are you goin' to wash yer head for?
human
Shut up, Lottie! admonished Mrs. Ridder,
gpt
Well, I'll jes' git yer money out of yer coat while I think about it,
human
Leave me a quarter,
gpt
All right, said Mrs. Ridder accommodatingly;
human
I seen one up at the corner!
gpt
A new dress?
human
Naw, a dressmaker. She's got out her sign.
gpt
What's her name?
human
Mrs. R. Beaver, Modiste,
gpt
I knowed a Mrs. Beaver wunst, up on Eleventh Street--a big, fat woman that got in a fuss with the preacher and smacked his jaws.
human
Did she have any children?
gpt
Seems like there was one, a pretty little tow-headed girl.
human
That's her, announced Joe conclusively.
gpt
What was her name?
human
Lawsee, I don't know. I never would 'a' ricollected Mrs. Beaver 'cepten she was such a tarnashious woman, always a-tearin' up stumps, and never happy unless she was rippitin' 'bout somethin'. _What_ you want? A needle and thread to mend your coat? Why, what struck you? You been wearin' it that a-way for a month. You better leave it be 'til I git time to fix it.