human
Home! she exclaimed in a loud voice. Then she turned around and deliberately inspected the room as if she had never seen it before.
gpt
An' so dis is what you call Home--you, wid all yo' money hid away in holes in de groun'! Dis de kinder place you fix up fer dat boy, an' him de onliest one you got! Well!
human
Why, you never said anything about it before,
gpt
No, I didn't, an' I wouldn't say it now, ef dat boy hadn't 'a' foun' out fer hisse'f what kinder daddy he got.
human
Blast your black hide! I'll knock your brains out if you talk that way to me!
gpt
Well, I bet you nobody don't knock yo' brains out, remarked Rhody undismayed.
human
An' while I'm 'bout it, I'll tell you dis: Yo' supper's in dar in de pots an' pans; ef you want it you go git it an' put on de table, er set flat on de h'ath an' eat it. Dat chile's gone, an' I'm gwine.
gpt
You dratted fool! Silas exclaimed,
human
Is you ever seed him do dis away befo' sence he been born? Rhody paused and waited for a reply, but none was forthcoming.
gpt
No, you ain't! no, you ain't! You don't know no mo' 'bout dat chile dan ef he want yone. But I--me--ol' Rhody--I know 'im. I kin look at 'im sideways an' tell ef he feelin' good er bad er diffunt. What you done done ter dat chile? Tell me dat.
human
Oh, you got a heap ter answer fer--a mighty heap; an' de day will come when you'll bar in mind eve'y word I been tellin' you 'bout dat chile fum de time he could wobble 'roun' an' call me mammy.