human
he mumbled, pouring out a double dose of his nerve tonic.
gpt
Shut up, Israel, said Mrs. Dodd, abruptly.
human
You ain't goin' to die. It wouldn't surprise me none if you had to be shot on the Day of Judgment before you could be resurrected. Folks past ninety-five that's pickled in patent medicine from the inside out, ain't goin' to die of no fever.
gpt
Ninety-six, Belinda, said the old man, proudly.
human
I'll be ninety-six next week, an' I'm as young as I ever was.
gpt
Then, rejoined Mrs. Dodd, tartly,
human
Come, Gladys Gwendolen and Algernon Paul, interrupted Mrs. Holmes, in a high key;
gpt
What's a upstart, ma?
human
People who turn their dead uncle's relations out of his house in order to take boarders,
gpt
Mis' Carr, said Mrs. Dodd, sliding up into Dick's vacant place,
human
Everybody is going away to-morrow,
gpt
After all I've done for you?
human
What have you done for me?
gpt
Kep' the others away,
human
Uncle Ebeneezer does not want any of you here,