human
They say the sea holds its heat longer than the land, but I guess summer's about over out here. He shivered again as he spoke.
gpt
Come, le' 's say this is the last trip, Joe.
human
We may have it warmer after we git more snow, he said.
gpt
I'd like to keep on myself until after the first o' the year, same's usual. I've got my reasons, he added.
human
But don't you go out no more, Chauncey.
gpt
What you goin' to do about them trees o' Packer's? asked Chauncey suddenly, and not without effort. The question had been on his mind all the afternoon.
human
Old Ferris has laid a bet that he'll git 'em anyway. I signed the paper they've got down to Fox'l Berry's store to the Cove. A number has signed it, but I shouldn't want to be the one to carry it up to Packer. They all want your name, but they've got some feelin' about how you're situated. Some o' the boys made me promise to speak to you, bein' 's we're keepin' together.
gpt
You can tell 'em I'll sign it, said Joe Banks, flushing a warm, bright color under his sea-chilled skin.
human
I don't know what set him out to be so poor-behaved. He's a quick-tempered man, Packer is, but quick over. I never knew him to keep no such a black temper as this.
gpt
They always say that you can't drive a Packer, said Chauncey, tugging against the uneven waves.
human
His mother came o' that old fightin' stock up to Bolton; 't was a different streak from his father's folks--they was different-hearted an' all pleasant. Ferris has done the whole mean business. John Packer'd be madder 'n he is now if he knowed how Ferris is makin' a tool of him. He got a little too much aboard long ago's Thanksgivin' Day, and bragged to me an' another fellow when he was balmy how he'd rile up Packer into sellin' them pines, and then he'd double his money on 'em up to Boston; he said there wa'n't no such a timber pine as that big one left in the State that he knows on. Why, 'tis 'most five foot through high's I can reach.
gpt
I should miss them old trees, he said;