human
You musn't look at the dirt everywhere, ladies,
gpt
Now come and see my parlor, girls. I'm proud of that room, but we onny use it Sundays, when Sarah plays the melodian and we sings hymns. Now an' then some neighbors come in evenin's, fer a quiltin'-bee in winter; and I uses it fer a minister's call, but there ain't no way to het the room an' it's all-fired cold fer visitin'.