human
Don't see what yuh wants to go trapsin' off for dis time o' day, nohow, ridin' arter dem hounds. Dey's low down dogs, anyhow; always did 'spise er houn' ebin ef 'tis chasin' er fox.
gpt
Pshaw, Susan, you know you don't know anything about it!
human
Don't, don't I? Well, I 'spec I knows sumpin' 'bout de time dey brought you home las' wintah laid out in a drag wid de blood all ober yo does an' dat cut right up dyar, right on de forehead; little more to de lef, an' yuh wou'dn't be standin' hyar; an' yo' hyar jes does hide de scar now. Tell yuh, honey, she went on solicitously, coming up close to Frances,
gpt
There's the trap! cried Frances, delighted to put an end to such forebodings.
human
Good-by; give father a nice breakfast!