human
Now don't tell me dat! she cried.
gpt
Mas'r Oliver dead? Well, well, honey, we dunno nuffin on dis yer Rock? De whole ob creation might cum to an' end, an' we nebber hear on't. An' you's all alone now, chile?
human
Yes,
gpt
An' you's come down to lib wid yer Uncle Dick?
human
Yes.
gpt
Well, bress de Lord fur dat! said Hagar, joyfully;
human
Yes, he knew, said Noll;
gpt
Why, yes, honey! What made ye ask dat? Yer Uncle Dick is a strange man, an' ye mustn't mind if he don't say much to ye, an'--but come right in de libr'y, chile, fur he's waitin' fur ye. Come right along; I's lit de lamp in dar;
human
Don't yer mind dis ole hall, said Hagar, by way of apology as they entered a long, bare, chilly corridor;
gpt
Mas'r Dick didn't eat nuffin to-night,
human
Go right in, honey, she said to Noll, in a whisper;
gpt
Oh, Uncle Richard!
human
So this is Noll!