human
It's brain fever, the doctor says, Judd, said Smiles at once.
gpt
He's left some medicine for me to give her, and you know that I'll nurse her for you like she was my own baby.
human
Air hit ... air hit _bad_, doctor?
gpt
Well, of course it ain't an ... er ... exactly easy thing to cure, but I reckon she'll get well of it. By the way, Amos, how long has she been a-goin' on like that?
human
I kaint rightly say, doctor. She hes acted kind er strange-like fer quite er spell, now thet I comes ter think on hit; but I didn't pay no pertickler attention to hit ontil er day er two back,
gpt
Hmmm, said the doctor.
human
Oh, I guess we can pull her through all right, and I will get up here as often as I can. Well, I reckon I'll be stepping along back.