human
Well, now, Doc Jim, asked Amos,
gpt
Oh, yes, I know that--but that would be charity. My pencils and shoestrings and collar buttons and coat hangers keep me in spending money. I couldn't take charity even from you men. And Jasper's money, the gray poll wagged, and he cried,
human
Oh, no--not Ahab Wright's and Kyle Perry's--not that money. Kenyon is forever slipping me fifty. But I don't need it. John Dexter keeps a room always ready for me, and I like it at the Dexters' almost as much as I do at the county home. So I don't really need Kenyon's money, however much joy he takes in giving it. And I raise the devil's own fuss to keep him from doing it.
gpt
But, Amos, cried the Captain,
human
and the Captain looked at the tri-color of the Loyal Legion, proudly adorning the shiny coat,
gpt
Not yet, Ezra--not yet--I don't need the pension yet. And as for the Home--it's not lonesome there. A lot of 'em are bedfast and stricken and I get a certain amount of fun--chirping 'em up on cloudy days. They like to hear from Emerson and John A. Logan, and Sitting Bull and Huxley and their comrades. So I guess I'm being more or less useful. He stroked his scraggy beard and looked at the fire.
human
And then, he added,