human
Th' song wouldn't sound nigh as good, if we couldn't see th' singer plain, he declared, his face seemingly one broad grin.
gpt
Thar, that's 'bout right, and he swung her around so that the brightest light shone full on her face.
human
Now give us good old 'Ben Bolt,' Somehow that song kinder seems tew sweeten me all up inside,
gpt
Sweet Alice, Ben Bolt,
human
I never knowed I liked music so well, 'til I heer'd th' Leetle Woman sing, declared Ham the moment the sound of Mrs. Dickson's voice ceased.
gpt
Her singin' seems tew come a-knockin' right at th' door of a feller's heart. Now, dew sing us another one,
human
Yes, I will sing you just one more song; and then we must be going. It must be nearly ten o'clock; and those two tired boys have been nodding their heads for the last half-hour.
gpt
Me!
human
We! and Thure and Bud both sat up very straight.
gpt
Oh, we were just nodding our heads to keep time to your music. Please do sing again.
human
Home, Sweet Home.
gpt
Now, good night, everybody. Come, Dick,