human
Well, says he, still slapping his thighs where he sat his saddle as I dismounted, and his young face still aglow in the dim, silvery light,
gpt
I think not.
human
And why?
gpt
There is no prettier bit o' baggage in County Tryon than Jessica Browse, he insisted--
human
And who may this Scotch lassie be?
gpt
I mean the new servant to old Douw Fonda.
human
I have not noticed her.
gpt
You have not seen the Caughnawaga girl?
human
No. I remain incurious concerning servants,
gpt
Is it so! he laughed.
human
Well, then,--for all that they have a right to gold binding on their hats,--the gay youth of Johnstown, yes, and of Schenectady, too, have not remained indifferent to the Scotch girl of Douw Fonda, Penelope Grant!
gpt
Every man to his taste, said I.
human
Some eat woodchucks, some porcupines, and others the tail of a beaver. Venison smacks sweeter to me.