human
It's like this, said the Kid.
gpt
We got t' have a place t' pull off this mill, see? So Bill says th' fam'ly's goin' off yachtin', an' we c'n come over here, where it's all quiet an' no bulls t' horn in, an' go as far as we like. He gives me th' keys an'----
human
William Marshall, is this true?
gpt
Yes, Aunt Caroline.
human
You gave this creature permission to conduct a prize-fight in _my_ house?
gpt
I'm afraid I did.
human
And then you brought me home to be a witness----
gpt
Nothin' like that, he said.
human
Bill didn't know we was pullin' it off t'-night. It wasn't comin' till next week. Only I got trained down kinda fine, see? I was li'ble to go stale. So th' Bearcat, he don't mind, an' we touches it off t'-night. Y' wouldn't expect a guy t' wait till he gets stale, would y'? I ain't makin' myself a set-up f'r nobody.
gpt
You have never been a sculptor, of course, she said in a bitter tone.
human
I might have known better. Of course, I placed confidence in my nephew. I shall take care never to do so again. You are nothing but a low prize-fighter, it appears.
gpt
I'm a pr'fessional athalete, said the Kid, wrapping his robe about him.
human
There ain't nothin' low about me. I'm goin' t' fight th' champeen.
gpt
Bill, y' oughta been here, continued the Kid, turning to his patron.
human
Y' oughta seen th' mill. Take it from me, this Bearcat is good. He gimme a run. I got nothin' against him f'r it. Knocked him stiff in eight rounds, Bill. Say, if I'd had th' champ in here t'-night I'd 'a' done th' same thing. Bill, I'm gettin' better every time I put on th' gloves. Six months from now I'm gonna be champeen, Bill. Get me! _Champeen!_