human
The trouble with you, Jim, she said,
gpt
I ain't foightin' in times of peace any more, responded little Jim confidentially.
human
I ain't licked a boy for three weeks. Mebbe I won't lick any one all summer.
gpt
I should hope you wouldn't, Jim, she said.
human
And what would I be lickin' 'em with?
gpt
You're not to be lickin' 'em at all. Hear to me now, Jim, and don't be the only wan of your father's b'ys I'll have to punish. Wait till you get to your West P'int, and larn when and where to foight. Will you, Jim?
human
I will,