human
Do you mean to tell me, said Mr. Sanders to Cephas when they had dismissed the small boy,
gpt
Gabriel teached it to me, replied Cephas.
human
He talks it better than any of the boys, and I come next.
gpt
Do I look pale, my son? inquired Mr. Sanders, mopping his red face with his handkerchief. Cephas gave a negative reply by shaking his head.
human
Well, I may not look pale, but I shorely feel pale. You'll have to loan me your arm, Cephas; I feel like Christopher Columbus did when he discovered Atlanta, Ga.
gpt
Why, he didn't discover Atlanta, Mr. Sanders,
human
He didn't! exclaimed Mr. Sanders.
gpt
Well, it was his own fault ef he didn't. All he had to do was to read the country newspapers. But that's neither here nor thar. Here I've been buttin' my head ag'in trees, an' walkin' in my sleep tryin' for to study up some plan to git word to Gabriel, an' here you walk along the street an' make me a present of the very thing I want, an' I ain't even thanked you for it.