human
Gid Mackall, you've got on my shoes, screamed Harry Josyln.
gpt
I can't find 'em nowhere, and I laid 'em right beside me. Take 'em off this minute.
human
Hain't got your shoes on; can't find but one o' my own, snorted Gid in reply.
gpt
You helter-skelter little fly-up-the-crick, you never know where your own things are, and you lose everybody else's.
human
There's my shoe,
gpt
No; that's mine. Let it alone--give it to me,