human
Come, yer supper's cold 'nough, now, honey, said she, coming up to Noll's seat.
gpt
What ye waitin' fur? Oh, chile, ye grows more'n' more like yer poor father. T'inkin' ob de mis'ry ober dar; ain't ye?
human
Well, dar's mis'ry eberywhere! said Hagar;
gpt
It isn't all stone,
human
Don' ye t'ink so? Well, 'pears like ye's sent here by de Lord, jes' to break dat heart ob his all to pieces!
gpt
Sent here to break Uncle Richard's heart? laughed Noll.
human
Well, I wonder if he thinks I came here for that purpose?
gpt
Don' know, said the old housekeeper, with a shake of her head;