human
It don't belong to the old woman, said one of the farmers to Jack.
gpt
It belongs to Mr. Eggers, a rich man of Ithaca. He let her live in it rent-free, because it wasn't worth much.
human
Then the old woman didn't lose much, replied the young major.
gpt
Who is she?
human
Her name is Mrs. Cowen. Nobody knows much about her, except that she has a brother who lives near the head of the lake.
gpt
I'm goin' to live with my brother now--I ain't goin' to live alone no more,
human
We got out most of your furniture.
gpt
Twasn't mine--it belonged to the house. The old hair trunk was mine. Did ye save that?
human
Yes.
gpt
Then I don't care much--brother Jim wants me anyway.
human
I want to know about those two men who were stopping at the cottage, went on Jack.
gpt
Who are they?
human
Ain't they around?
gpt
No, they ran away.
human
Humph! It's just like 'em. They were the strangest! Allers doin' somethin' queer-like.
gpt
Did they board with you?
human
Kind of--when they were to home. They went out a good deal. They each paid three dollars a week. Sometimes they got their own meals, too--when I wasn't feelin' well.
gpt
Do you know their names?
human
No, 'ceptin' one was Bart an' tudder Paul. They had some scheme for getting a million dollars.
gpt
A million dollars?
human
Yes. They were after a fellow they called George. They said he had the secret.
gpt
I guess they were crazy, answered Jack.
human
Have you any idea where they could have gone to?
gpt
No.
human
Maybe the fellows will leave the neighborhood, now the house has burned down,
gpt
We must watch out for them, put in Andy.
human
They ought to be captured and interviewed.