human
Dar you goes, Steffum! cried the guardian, in hot pursuit.
gpt
Dirtyin' up anodder clean dress so's Miss Ellen gwinter whup me good--He's always a-fallin' over on his face dataway, she complained, while maternally repairing damages with the skirt of what appeared to be an only garment.
human
I b'lieve he goes and does it a-purpose!
gpt
To gain experience, perhaps?
human
I reck'n, assented the other, doubtfully.
gpt
Yassuh, Mis' Blair she _libs_ heah, but she's playin' on de type-writer dis mawnin'. Will I run an' tell her comp'ny is came?
human
Heaven forbid! exclaimed the gentleman.
gpt
Not if she is playing on a typewriter.
human
Mr. Archie, _he_ libs heah, too, when he ain't a trabelin' on de railroad train, volunteered the black one,
gpt
He's out behine, makin' him a little house to put a hawg in. Heah him?
human
You need not announce me, thank you. Perhaps my namesake will lead me to him?