human
Soo-e-ey, soo-e-ey! came clamoring and squealing for the corn
gpt
How many signers did you git?
human
Forty-three down, four more doubtful, and two more promised conditionally.
gpt
Who air the conditionals?
human
The Hinkson children.
gpt
Whut's Bushrod Hinkson mekin' conditions fur, I'd lak to know? exclaimed Mrs. Rogers.
human
I'll bet it's jes' his stinginess. He'd skin a flea fur its hide an' taller, any day.
gpt
He will send his children only on condition that I work out a certain problem which it seems the last two schoolmasters could not solve.
human
Pshaw! ejaculated Rogers.
gpt
Is he still pipin' on thet ole sum? It's in po'try, ain't it?
human
Yes,
gpt
And if once across a shilling be an inch, As which is very near, Which had the better fortune, The round one or the square?
human
Kin you wuck it?
gpt
Oh, yes, I think so. It doesn't seem a very complicated affair.
human
Bushrod Hinkson sartinly is the crankiest ole somebody I evah hearn tell on, was Mrs. Rogers' verdict.
gpt
What diffruns would it mattah ef you couldn't wuck thet fool sum? His two shavers hain't no fu'thah 'long in ther books then my twins, air they, Susan?