human
We shall not have much more to do with neighbors here than in the Pass, thought Mrs. March.
gpt
But I do not care for that. One could never be lonely with these mountains to look at.
human
Well, mum, here's the little feller's clo'es, said Billy, coming up at this moment, with Rob's clothes hanging in a limp wet bundle over his arm.
gpt
Now I'll jest make a rousin' fire back here, 'n' you'll be astonished to see how quick they'll dry. I've washed 'em in about five hundred waters,--that medder mud's the meanest stuff to stick ye ever see,--but they'll be dry in no time now.
human
Mamma! called Nelly, from the barn;
gpt
Rob's awake. He wants to get up: he says he won't lie here another minute.
human
I'll show him his clo'es, said Billy.
gpt
I guess that'll convince him, and Billy carried the wet bundle into the barn. Shouts of laughter followed, and in a minute more Billy came out again, shaking all over with laughter.
human
I jest offered 'em to him, said he,
gpt
What did he say?
human
He wanted to know how long it would take 'em to dry 'n' I told him the best part of an hour; 'twill be some longer'n that, but I couldn't pretend to be exact to a minnit, 'n' he laid back on the hay 'n' sez he: 'You tell my mamma to come right here 'n' finish that story she was a tellin'.'
gpt
Isn't he too funny, mamma?
human
You can laugh now if you want to, mamma, said Rob politely.
gpt
I don't mind your laughing at papa's drawers and waistcoat and Billy's old coat. That's quite different from laughing at me.
human
Thank you, dear, said Mrs. March:
gpt
Well, I reckoned you liked your house so well you weren't coming back to us at all,
human
Oh, no, sir, cried Rob,
gpt
What! you been into the creek in them clothes?
human
Billy washed them, said Nelly;
gpt
Oh! said the landlord.
human
Well, there ain't any thing under Heaven that Long Billy can't do: that's certain.
gpt
Even if they don't grow, they'll look green for a spell, he said to Lucinda;