human
Smiles loves ye er heap, I reckon, doctor man, an' so does I. Ef she don't marry with ye, I'll do hit when I gits bigger.
gpt
My, but I'm a fortunate man to have _three_ fair ladies love me, and I won't forget your promise,
human
But my brother Juddy don't love ye none,
gpt
Oh, I hope he will like me some day. We should be the best of friends, for we both care for the same two dear girls.
human
Where _is_ Juddy?
gpt
Oh, he air away ergin; up in ther mountain.
human
Oh.
gpt
What's the matter?
human
It haint ... it isn't anything ... leastwise it isn't anything that I can tell you about, doctor Mac. I ... I just don't like for him to go up there.