human
Well, he'll never j'ine de 'Publican Party in dis county,
gpt
He will if he has made up his mind to do so. You don't know Silas,
human
Who--me? Me not know dat man? Huh! I know 'im better'n he know hisse'f; an' I know some yuther folks, too. I tell you right now, he'll never j'ine; an' ef you don't believe me, you wait an' see. Time I git thoo wid his kaycter, de 'Publicans won't tetch 'im wid a ten-foot pole.
gpt
I hope you are right, said Pulaski Tomlin, speaking for the first time.
human
There's enough trouble in the land without having a scalawag in the Tomlin family.
gpt
Well, you nee'nter worry 'bout dat, kaze I'll sho put a stop ter dem kinder doin's. Honey, Rhody went on, addressing Paul,
human
Good-night, Rhody, and pleasant dreams,
gpt
I dunner how anybody kin have pleasin' drams ef dey sleep in de same lot wid Marse Silas, replied Rhody.
human
Good-night all.
gpt
You gittin' mighty thick wid de white folks, Sis' Rhody,
human
Well! she exclaimed, and then paused, Patsy watching her narrowly the while.
gpt
I dunner how 'tis wid you, Sis' Patsy, but wid me, it's live an' l'arn--live an' l'arn. An' I'm a-larnin', mon, spite er de fack dat de white folks think niggers ain't got no sense.
human
Dey does! Dey does! exclaimed Patsy.
gpt
Dey got de idee dat we all ain't got no mo' sense dan a passel er fryin'-size chickens. But dey'll fin' out better, an' den--Ah-h-h!
human
You sho is talkin' now! cried Rhody, with an admiring smile.
gpt
I knows it ter-night, ef I never is know'd it befo'.
human
It's de trufe, she declared.
gpt
Dat what make me feel so quare, Sis' Rhody, when I see you so ready fer ter collogue wid de white folks. I wuz talkin' wid Jerry 'bout it no longer'n las' night. Yes'm, I wuz. I say, 'Jerry, what de matter wid Sis' Rhody?' He say, 'Which away, Pidgin?'--desso; he allers call me Pidgin, explained Patsy, with a smile of pride.
human
I say, 'By de way she colloguin' wid de white folks.'
gpt
What Br'er Jerry say ter dat?
human
He des shuck his head an' groan,
gpt
Patsy was drying the dish-pan with a towel, but suspended operations the better to hear what Rhody had to say.
human
Dey done got it fixt up fer ol' Silas ter j'ine in wid de 'Publican Party. He gwineter j'ine so he kin fin' out all der doin's, an' all der comin's an' der gwines, so he kin tell de yuthers.
gpt
Huh! Oh, yes--yes, yes, yes! Oh, yes! We er fools; we ain't got no sense!
human
He des gwineter make out he's a 'Publican, Rhody went on;
gpt
Dey does--dey does! cried Patsy;