human
Well, well! ejaculated the apple-woman.
gpt
So it's that ould thafe of the worruld, Curtis Waring, that has got hold of poor Dodger, just as Tim told us. It seems mighty quare to me that he should want to stale poor Dodger. If it was you, now, I could understand it.
human
It seems strange to me, Mrs. O'Keefe, said Florence, thoughtfully.
gpt
I thought it might be because Dodger was my friend, but that doesn't seem to be sufficient explanation. Don't you think we ought to show this letter to Mr. Bolton?
human
I was going to suggest that same. If you'll give it to me, Florence, I'll get Mattie to tend my stand, and slip round wid it to Tim's right off.
gpt
I will go with you, Mrs. O'Keefe.
human
Now, Mattie, just mind the stand, and don't be runnin' away, or them boys will get away wid my whole mornin's profits. Do you hear?
gpt
Yes, mum.
human
And don't you be eatin' all the while you are here. Here's one apple you can have,
gpt
That's specked, Mrs. O'Keefe,
human
And what if it is? Can't you bite out the specks? The rest of the apple is good. You're gettin' mighty particular.