human
Why, Aunt Deb, Pet started for home nearly an hour ago, said Ranty, somewhat alarmed.
gpt
What can have become of her?
human
Lors! Mars'r Ranty, how de debbil I know? said Aunt Deb, who was given to profanity now and then.
gpt
Dar ain't nebber no tellin' whar dat ar little limb pokes herself. She might be at dem old Bar'ns, or she might be at Dismal Holler, or she might be gone to old Harry--
human
Old Harry! interrupted Ranty, angrily.
gpt
What do you mean?
human
Why, ole Mars'r Harry Hateful; dar ain't no tellin' whar she is!
gpt
Well, that's true enough. I wish she were here, however. Perhaps she won't be back to-night,