human
Sorry to trouble you, Goodlett,
gpt
I notice you ain't cryin' none to hurt, remarked Mr. Goodlett placidly.
human
An' ef you was, you'd be cryin' for nothin'. You ain't troublin' me a mite. Forty an' four like you can't trouble me.
gpt
You'll have to excuse Ab, said Mrs. Goodlett, who had preceded Gabriel and Silas to the kitchen.
human
He's lost his cud, an' he won't be right well till he finds it ag'in.