human
Say, Mrs. Neal! Here's a bushel of fine assorted socks for you, and if you can get enough out of the lot to keep my feet off the cauld, cauld ground till pay-day, I'll be yours truly.
gpt
All right, sir, just dump 'em in the door, will you? My hands are in the dough.
human
Mrs. --she who was so unmistakably and truculently a spinster; also she was surprised at the politeness of her
gpt
in response, for Ellen was not given to the small amenities of social intercourse. The Major himself was rarely