human
She ain't lived here all the time, volunteered Eliza, somewhat defensively.
gpt
She was to school in St. Louis fer two or three years an'--
human
Please, Eliza!
gpt
I jest thought he'd be interested,
human
She came up the Wabash when she was nothin' but a striplin', began Striker, not profiting by his wife's experience. He might have gone on at considerable length if he had not met the reproving, violet eye. He changed the subject hastily.
gpt
As I was sayin', we've had a powerful lot o' rain lately. Why, by gosh, last week you could have went fishin' in our pertato patch up yander an' got a mess o' sunfish in less'n no time. I never knowed the Wabash to be on setch a rampage. An' as fer the Wild Cat Crick and Tippecanoe River, why, they tell me there ain't been anything like--How's that?
human
Is Wabash an Indian name?
gpt
That's what they say. Named after a tribe that used to hunt an' fish up an' down her, they say.
human
There was once a tribe of Indians in this part of the country, broke in the girl, with sudden zest,
gpt
She knows purty nigh everything, said Phineas, proudly.
human
Well, I guess we're about as full as it's safe to be, so now's your chance, Zachariah.
gpt
You c'n put your blankets down here on the kitchen floor when you're ready to go to bed. Mrs. Striker will kick you in the mornin' if you ain't awake when she comes out to start breakfast.
human
Yassuh, yassuh, grinned the hungry darkey.
gpt
Missus won't need fo' to kick more'n once, suh,--'cause Ise gwine to be hungry all over ag'in 'long about breakfus time,--yas-SUH!
human
Zachariah will wash the dishes and--
gpt
He won't do nothin' of the kind. I don't let nobody wash my dishes but myself. Set down here, Zachariah, an' help yourself. When you're done, you c'n go out an' carry me in a couple of buckets o' water from the well,--an, that's all you CAN do.
human
I guess I'll go out an' take a look around the barn an' pens, said Phineas, depositing the candles on the mantelpiece.
gpt
See if everything's still there after the storm. No, Mr. Gwynne,--you set down. No need o' you goin' out there an' gettin' them boots o' your'n all muddy.