human
Something seems to be amusing you, little lady. Let me into the secret,
gpt
I'm shor' obleeged fer the compliment yo' paid thet basket. I made hit myself.
human
Like kerryin' water ter the river. I makes them leetle baskets odd times, an' sells 'em ter the storekeeper in Fayville, but I never hev none fer myself, somehow, an' I haint never a-goin' ter part with this hyar one, leastwise ef I kin keep hit.
gpt
Of course you may. It's my present to you just the same; but don't be afraid that it is meant to take the place of the other things I have promised you.