human
he said one morning as she was going to work,
gpt
You fixin' to git up, Honey?
human
No, I's jes collectin' ob my grave-clothes, said Gordon Lee.
gpt
Dere's a pair ob purple socks in de bottom drawer, an' a b'iled shirt in de wardrobe. But I been layin' heah steddyin' 'bout dat shirt. Hit's got Marse Jim's name on de tail of it, an' s'pose I git to heaben, an' St. Peter he read de name an' look hit up in de jedgment book. He's 'lowable to come to me an' say, 'Huccome you wearin' dat shirt? Dey ain't but one James Bartrum writ down in de book, an' he ain't no colored pusson.' 'Co'se I _could_ explain, but I's got 'splainin' 'nough to do when I git to heaben widout dat.
human
Marse Jim'll beat you to heaben; that is, ef he don't beat you to the bad place first. You git that idea of dyin' outen yer mind, and you'll git well.
gpt
I can't git well till de hoodoo's lifted. Aunt Kizzy 'lows--