human
Miss Peekin!
gpt
Like to ha' not been, whined the figure, slowly arising and giving the offending ax-helve a glance which would have set it on fire had it not been of green hickory;
human
What?
gpt
Oh, I heerd Jim hed gone to Califor--
human
Pshaw! said Miss Peekin, contemptuously;
gpt
Ye don't?
human
But I do; an' what's more, he _had_ to. Ther wuz men come after him in the nighttime, but he must hev heard 'em, fur they didn't find him in his room, an' this mornin' they found that his sailboat was gone, too. An' what's more, ther's a printed notice up about him, an' he's a defaulter, and there's five thousand dollars for whoever catches him, an' he's stole _twenty-five_, an' he's all described in the notice, as p'ticular as if he was a full-blood Alderney cow.
gpt
Poor fellow,
human
They say Millie's a goin' on awful, and that she sez she'll marry him now if he'll come back. But it ain't likely he'll be such a fool; now he's got so much money, he don't need hern. Reckon her an' her father won't be so high an' mighty an' stuck up now. It's powerful discouragin' to the righteous to see the ungodly flourishin' so, an' a-rollin' in ther wealth, when ther betters has to be on needles all year fur fear the next mack'ril catch won't 'mount to much. The idee of her bein' willin' to marry a defaulter! I can't understand it.
gpt
Poor girl! sighed Mrs. Crankett, wiping one eye with the corner of her apron.
human
I'd do it myself, ef I was her?