human
George, said the Deacon,
gpt
I've been doin' a heap of thinkin' 'bout what we talked of yesterday. I've come to say that if you like I'll lend you three hundred dollars fur as long as ye'v a mind to, without note, security or int'rest; you to spend as much of it ez ye need to dress you an' yer hull fam'ly in Sunday clothes, and to put the balance in the Savin's Bank, at interest, to go on doin' the same with when necessary. An' all of ye to go to church when ye feel so disposed. An' ef nobody else's pew-door opens, yer allus welcome to mine. And may the Lord the Deacon finished the sentence to himself--
human
That's all.
gpt
That's all,
human
Deacon, God's people are reformin'!
gpt
Deacon, that money'll do more good than all the prayin' ye ever done. 'Xcuse me--I must tell Mary,