human
Well, that's all right; but if I wasn't fit to black his boots, it ain't my fault. I git my nature honest, as he did. We wasn't any cross-breeds, I s'pose. We got the strain direct, and we was all right on her side.
gpt
Can't you leave the dead alone? she asked, in a voice ringing a little.
human
Can't you let them rest? Ain't it enough to quarrel about the living? Cassy'll be here soon, she added, peering out of the window,