human
You're a way yander ahead of me, he remarked, after reflecting awhile.
gpt
I reckon I've slipped a cog some'rs in my machinery. What is your name?
human
I'm name Larceeny. Don't you know me, Marse Billy? I use ter b'long ter de Clopton Cadets, when Miss Nan was de Captain; but I wan't ez big den ez I is now. I been knowin' you most sence I was born.
gpt
What is your mammy's name?
human
My mammy name Creecy, replied the girl, grinning broadly.
gpt
She cookin' fer Miss Ritta.
human
Where do you stay?
gpt
I stays dar wid Miss Ritta, replied Larceeny.
human
I goes ter de do', an' waits on Miss Nugeeny.
gpt
Ah!
human
Miss Ritta say she wanter see you right now, insisted Larceeny.
gpt
When she seed you on de street, you wuz so fur, she couldn't holla at you, an' time she call me outer de gyarden, you wuz done gone. I wuz at de fur een' er de gyarden, pickin' rasbe'ies, an' I had ter drap ever'thing.
human
Do you pick raspberries with your mouth?
gpt
Is my mouf dat red? inquired Larceeny, with an alarmed expression on her face. She seized her gingham apron by the hem, and, using the underside, proceeded to remove the incriminating stains, remarking,
human
I'm mighty glad you tol' me, kaze ef ol' Miss Polly had seed dat--well, she done preach my funer'l once, an' I don't want ter hear it no mo'.