human
Now, Phyllis, said Miss Lawton, after courtesies were exchanged,
gpt
I want you to tell Mrs. Dent exactly what you told the girls about Phrony Jane.
human
Well, 'm, I come here Sunday mornin' was a week, right after Sunday-school, to see why Phrony Jane wasn't dar, 'n' when I come to de door I hearn a noise, 'n' dar was dat sinful gal a-workin' away on de sewin'-machine on de holy Sabba' day!
gpt
Are you sure? asked Mrs. Dent, in great surprise.
human
Did you come in?
gpt
No, 'm, I jus' went 'n' peeked in de winder--de w'ite curting was pulled down, but I seen de shadder ob her woolly head on it.
human
And what did you tell the girls?
gpt
I tole 'em dat wicked Phrony Jane was a-workin' at her lawn dress, she felt so stuck up about, on de Sabba' day, 'n' Mis' Dent ought to send her home, 'n' not keep no such trash about. She did, you see!
human
That was the story which reached me,
gpt
It's a very strange one, said Mrs. Dent.
human
Phrony Jane left here early on Sunday morning to go to her mother, who had met with an accident, and Johnny was here all the time. Of course no one was at the sewing-machine, Johnny?
gpt
No, ma'am,