human
There, now we're coming to an elegant house that I want you to see; you'll never forget it, said John Hilton.
gpt
It's where Judge Masterson lives, the great lawyer; the handsomest house in the county, everybody says.
human
Do you know him, father?
gpt
I do, answered John Hilton proudly.
human
Him and my mother went to school together in their young days, and were always called the two best scholars of their time. The judge called to see her once; he stopped to our house to see her when I was a boy. An' then, some years ago--you've heard me tell how I was on the jury, an' when he heard my name spoken he looked at me sharp, and asked if I wa'n't the son of Catharine Winn, an' spoke most beautiful of your grandmother, an' how well he remembered their young days together.
gpt
I like to hear about that,
human
She had it pretty hard, I'm afraid, up on the old farm. She was keepin' school in our district when father married her--that's the main reason I backed 'em down when they wanted to tear the old schoolhouse all to pieces, confided John Hilton, turning eagerly.
gpt
They all say she lived longer up here on the hill than she could anywhere, but she never had her health. I wa'n't but a boy when she died. Father an' me lived alone afterward till the time your mother come; 't was a good while, too; I wa'n't married so young as some. 'T was lonesome, I tell you; father was plumb discouraged losin' of his wife, an' her long sickness an' all set him back, an' we'd work all day on the land an' never say a word. I s'pose 't is bein' so lonesome early in life that makes me so pleased to have some nice girls growin' up round me now.