human
But, March, my boy, said Mrs Marston, drawing the object towards her and patting its round little fair head,
gpt
I ain't fond o' fighting, mother, but I can't help it.
human
Can't help it! Do you ever try?
gpt
I--I--no, I don't think that I do. But I feel so funny when I see Bill Summers cheatin' at play. I feel all over red-hot--like--oh! you've seen the big pot boilin' over? Well, I just feel like that. An' w'en it boils over, you know, mother, it must be took off the fire, else it kicks up _sich_ a row! But there's nobody to take me off the fire when I'm boilin' over, an' there's no fire to take me off--so you see I _can't_ help it. Can I?