human
Lou!
gpt
Hit air my Smiles. I awful glad ter see.... She started toward her friend; but her course suddenly veered to the left, waveringly, and her wandering gaze fell upon the now sadly battered doll lying in one corner.
human
To see ye, Mike,
gpt
Yo' haint erbeen ter see Lou fer er long, long ...
human
Why, Lou, sweetheart. What is the matter? Don't you know your own Smiles?
gpt
In course I remembers ye, Smiles. Yo' air the nurse what lives with ... with thet thar doctor man ... in the big city, whar air monkeys thet ... clumb sticks an' ... an' doll babies what close thar eyes ... an' say ... an' say ... My head hurts me, Smiles, hit do.