human
That thar is fer my gal, he said defiantly to the superintendent.
gpt
She'll git one the fust day of every month. Give her the larnin' she's so hell-bent on, stuff her plumb full on it. An' ef you let ennything happen to her --his brows lowered threateningly--
human
I'll come back an' blow yer whole blame' horspittle into eternity!
gpt
Pop! Sally pleaded,
human
Pop!