human
Dat's my own hair, said Candace, pointing to the doll's head with pride,
gpt
Oh, Candace! exclaimed Polly, seizing the doll, and skillfully evading the question,
human
Ain't it? said Candace, her black face aglow with delight.
gpt
Ole Miss gimme dat yeller satin long ago, w'en I belonged to her befo' de war. An' dat yere apun was a piece of ole Miss's night-cap. She used to have sights of 'em, and dey was all ruffled like to kill, an' made o' tambour work.