human
And--and--and--Sef--Seffy, what you goin' to _do_?
gpt
Do?
human
Yas--yas--that's the most important. He encircled Seffy's waist and gently squeezed it.
gpt
Oh, of _course_! Hah? But what _yit_?
human
Seffy, he said impressively,
gpt
Why--what I'm a-going to do, hah? Why--whatever occurs.
human
Gosh-a'mighty! And nefer say a word or do a sing to help the occurrences along? Goshens! What a setting-up! Why--say--Seffy, what you set up _for_?
gpt
What do _you_ think?
human
Well, Sef--plow straight to her heart. I wisht I had your chance. I'd show you a other-guess kind a setting-up--yassir! Make your mouth warter and your head swim, begoshens! Why, that Sally's just like a young stubble-field; got to be worked constant, and plowed deep, and manured heafy, and mebby drained wiss blind ditches, and crops changed constant, and kep' a-going thataway--constant--constant--so's the weeds can't git in her. Then you ken put her in wheat after a while and git your money back.
gpt
Now, look here, Seffy, his father went on more softly,
human
--he went through his pantomime again, and it included a progressive caressing to the kissing point--
gpt
You know well enough I got no money to buy no pasture-field,
human
Gosh-a'mighty! said the old man joyfully, making as if he would strike Seffy with his huge fist--a thing he often did.
gpt
And ain't got nossing to trade?
human
Nothing except the mare!
gpt
Say--ain't you got no feelings, you idjiot?
human
Oh-- said Seffy. And then:
gpt
But what's feelings got to do with cow-pasture?
human
Oach! No wonder he wants to be an anchel, and wiss the anchels stand--holding sings in his hands and on his head! He's too good for this wile world. He'd linger shifering on the brink and fear to launch away all his durn life--if some one didn't push him in. So here goes!
gpt
Look a-yere, you young dummer-ux,[2] feelings is the same to gals like Sally, as money is to you and me. You ken buy potatoes wiss 'em! Do you understand?
human
Well, then, I'fe tried to _buy_ that pasture-field a sousand times--
gpt
Yas, that's a little bit a lie--mebby a dozen times. And at last Sally's daddy said he'd lick me if I efer said pasture-field ag'in, and I said it ag'in and he licked me! He was a big man--and red-headed yit, like Sally. Now, look a-yere--_you_ ken git that pasture-field wissout money and wissout price--except you' dam' feelings which ain't no other use. Sally won't lick _you_--if she is bigger--don't be a-skeered. You got tons of feelin's you ain't got no other use for--don't waste 'em--they're good green money, and we'll git efen wiss Sally's daddy for licking me yit--and somesing on the side! Huh?