human
Miss Genia, said the girl,
gpt
Why do you ask?
human
They-all cook wanter speak with him.
gpt
Paul isn't here, said the young lady, rising with a vague feeling of alarm.
human
What is the matter? And then, feeling that if there was any trouble, Rhody would feel freer to speak when they were alone together, Eugenia dismissed Mandy, and followed to see that the girl went out.
gpt
Now, what _is_ the trouble, Rhody? Mr. Silas Tomlin is in the parlour talking to mother.
human
Eugenia didn't know, of course, and said so.
gpt
Well, he ain't atter no good, Rhody went on;
human
Why, no, replied Eugenia, laughing at the absurdity of the question.
gpt
What put that idea in your head?
human
Bekaze dat's his business--loanin' out a little dab er money here an' a little dab dar, an' gittin' back double de dab he loant, said Rhody.
gpt
Deyer folks in dis county, which he loant um money, an' now he got all de prop'ty dey yever had; an' deyer folks right here in dis town, which he loant um dat ar Conferick money when it want wuff much mo dan shavin's, an' now dey got ter pay 'im back sho nuff money. I hear 'im sesso. Oh, dat's him! dat's Silas Tomlin up an' down. You kin take a thrip an' squeeze it in yo' han' tell it leave a print, an' hol' it up whar folks kin see it, an' dar you got his pictur'; all it'll need will be a frame. He done druv Paul 'way fum home.