human
Why, it's little Gabe, and he's little Gabe no longer. And Cephas ain't growed a mite. Hello, Gabe! Hello, Cephas! Howdy, howdy?
gpt
What is the matter with Gabriel?
human
It's a thousand pities, Frank, remarked Mr. Sanders,
gpt
But I don't see what could possess Tolliver,
human
Shucks, Frank! you wouldn't know ef he was to write it down for you, an' Nan Dorrin'ton would know wi'out any tellin'. You ain't a bit brighter about sech matters than you was the day Nan give you a thumpin'.