human
I'll look at you stripped, said Klinker, eyeing his new pupil thoughtfully,
gpt
I have one small one--a steamer trunk, as it is called.
human
Ne'mmind. I can fit you up with a pair. Left Hand Tom's they used to be, him that died of the scarlet fever Thanksgiving. And say, Doc!
gpt
Well?
human
Here's the first thing I'll teach you. Never mister your sparring-partner.
gpt
Very well, William.
human
Call me Buck, the same as all the boys.
gpt
Put these where you can find them to-morrow. You can have 'em. Left Hand Tom's gone where he don't need 'em any more.
human
What are they? What does one do with them?
gpt
They're your trunks. You wear 'em.
human
Where? On--what portion, I mean?
gpt
They're like little pants,