human
I'd fight 'em if I had on more clothes,
gpt
Ouch! One got me on the shin then,
human
One's down my neck!
gpt
Shut the trap door so they won't disturb Cousin Lizzie,
human
You could almost two-step to it,
gpt
Shh! Bill, you must dry up, warned Lewis.
human
I'll get out another cot and Susan can finish the night in Aunt Lizzie's room.
gpt
Oh, Mr. Lewis, please don't make me go back in yonder. The debble will git me sho next time. I's safter out under the ferment of the stars.
human
You can come into our tent, Susan, said Helen kindly.
gpt
We are not going to have you scared to death.
human
Tell us what it was that got you scared,