human
Why, Minervy, cried Peggy, really distressed,
gpt
How COULD you?
human
Why'm, ain' we jist right? I thought I done got bargains wha' jist nachally mak' dat odder widow 'oman tek a back seat AN' sit down. SHE didn't git no sich style when James up an died,
gpt
But, Minervy, interposed Mrs. Harold.
human
That bright red stone in the buckle; how can you consider THAT MOURNING? And your veil shouldn't stick--I mean it ought to hang down properly.
gpt
Well'm, well'm, I dare say you's had more spurrience in dese hyer t'ings 'n I is, but dat ston certain'y did strike ma heart. But ef yo' say 'taint right why, pleas ma'am git a pair o' scissors an' prize it out, tho' I done brought de belt fer de sake ob dat buckle. Well, nemmine. I reckons I kin keep it, an' if I ever marhrys agin it sho will come in handy.
human
Sis Cynthia, Mammy Lucy and Jerome were too occupied with domestic duties to attend.
gpt
I holds masef clar 'bove sich goin's-on, was Mammy's dictum.
human
When _I_ dies, I 'spects ter be bur'rid quiet an' dignumfied by ma MISTISS, an' no sich crazy goin's on as dem yonder.