human
Who's he, Muffles?
gpt
Dat's me new bar-keep. I've chucked me job.
human
What's his name?
gpt
Bowser.
human
Where did you get him?
gpt
Blew in here one night las' month, purty nigh froze--out of a job and hungry. De Missus got soft on him--she's dat kind, ye know. Yer oughter seen him eat! Well, I guess! Been in a littingrapher's shop--ye kin tell by his fingers. Say, Bowser, show de gentleman yer fingers.
human
And ye oughter see him draw. Gee! if I could draw like him I wouldn't do nothin' else. But I ain't never had nothin' in my head like that. A feller's got to have sumpin' besides school-larnin' to draw like him. Now you're a sketch-artist, and know. Why, he drawed de Sheriff last Sunday sittin' in de porch huggin' his bitters, to de life. Say, Bowse, show de gentleman de picter ye drawed of de Sheriff.