human
Reckon she's right, said Mormon.
gpt
Molly's different. She had a mighty hard time of it along with her old man, compared to what them soft-skinned snips must have had. Stands to reason she c'udn't be like 'em, any mo' than Sam c'ud be easy in his spiketail suit, or me handin' ice-cream at a swarry. Not that Molly 'ud make no breaks, but their ways w'udn't be her'n, most of the time. How 'bout it, Sam?
human
This Mrs. Keith must live high, said Sam.
gpt
She w'udn't be botherin' about Molly if she didn't see a heap of promise in her. I mind me it must be tough to be herded inter a corral where you got to learn all over ag'in how to handle yore feet an' hands, not to mention forks. This Keith woman's spotted Molly ain't easy at school. The other gals like her, but they ain't her style. She's range bred an' free. Those other fillies have been brought up in loose boxes. They probably don't mean to hurt her feelin's none, but I 'low they snicker once in a while if Molly forgets the right sasshay. An' Molly's proud as they make 'em. Sounds good to me. What you think, Sandy? It's up to you as her guardeen.
human
It sure sounds good, said Sandy.
gpt
Seems like this Mrs. Keith must be a pritty fine woman to think of takin' Molly into her own home. I reckon Molly must have changed a good deal. I'd be inclined to put it this way; if Molly cottons to the idea, let her hop to it.
human
Mirandy ain't brought over the butter yet, put in Mormon, with a glance at his partners that was half shamefaced.
gpt
Why not git her opinion? Takes a woman to understand a woman. She'd sabe this letter a heap bettern' we c'ud.
human
That's a good idea, Mormon,
gpt
Never did find out jest what happened to that last wife of your'n, did ye, Mormon?
human
Never did.
gpt
That's too bad.
human
Why?
gpt
Gen'ral principles.