human
Morty, said Mr. Brotherton, after the young man had picked out the latest word in literature and nicotine,
gpt
I haven't got the intellect to go through with it, George.
human
Oh, yes, you have, Morty, returned Mr. Brotherton, expansively.
gpt
The Governor wants me to be sure you vote for Van Dorn--that's about all there is in the convention. Old Linen Pants is to name the delegates to the State and congressional conventions--they're trying to let the old man down easy--not to beat him out of his State and congressional leadership.
human
All right, Georgie, I suppose I'll have to cast my unfettered vote for Van Dorn, though as a sporting proposition my sympathies are with the other side.
gpt
Well, say--you orter 'a' heard a talk I heard Doc Nesbit give this afternoon. That old sinner will be shouting on the mourner's bench soon--if he doesn't check up.
human
George--it's Laura. A man couldn't go with her through all she's gone through without being more of a man for it. When I took a turn in the mining business last spring I found that the people down in South Harvey just naturally love her to death. They'll do more or less for Grant Adams. He's getting the men organized and they look up to him in a way. But they get right down on their marrow bones and love Laura.
gpt
I kind of got the habit myself once--and I seem someway never to have got over it--much! But, she won't even look my way. She takes my money--for her kindergarten. But that is all. She won't let me take her home in my trap, nor let me buy her lunch--why she pays more attention to Grant Adams with his steel claw than to my strong right arm! About all she lets me do is distribute flower seeds. George, he concluded ruefully,
human
I've toted around enough touch-me-nots and coxcomb seeds this spring for that girl to paint South Harvey ringed, streaked and striped.