human
What delicious biscuit! exclaimed Douglas.
gpt
Isn't Gwen a wonder?
human
But, Susan, I thought you said you couldn't cook a thing!
gpt
That was in Richmond. I ain't boun' by no regulations of no club whin I leaves the city. You see in my club, which is called the Loyal Housemaids, we swars never to 'tend to two 'fessions at onct. When we is housemaids, we is housemaids, but out here where th'ain't ter say no house, I kin do as I's a mind, and I sho' did want ter make some biscuit ter go with that there fricassy. Uncle Oscar an' I is goin' ter share the cookin'. An' Miss Gwen is goin' ter do the haid wuck. We ain't conversant with the fi'less cooker an' we don't know nothin' 'tall 'bout lightin' kerosene stoves.