human
What sort of a dream did you have, Silas? Mr. Sanders inquired with affected solicitude.
gpt
You'd better watch out; Dock Dorrin'ton says that when a man gits bald-headed, it's a sign that his bones is as brittle as glass. He found that out on one of his furrin trips.
human
Don't worry about me, Sanders,
gpt
Well, I don't reckon you could call it worry, Silas, bekaze when I ketch a case of the worries, it allers sends me to bed wi' the jimmyjon. I can be neighbourly wi'out worryin', I hope.
human
For a woman with a grown daughter, remarked Mr. Tidwell, speaking his thoughts aloud, as was his habit,
gpt
Mrs. Claiborne is well preserved--very well preserved.
human
Why, she's not only preserved, she's the preserves an' the preserver, Mr. Sanders declared.
gpt
To look in her eye an' watch her thoughts sparklin' like fire, to watch her movements, an' hear her laugh, not only makes a feller young agin, but makes him glad he's a-livin'. An' that gal of her'n--well, she's a thoroughbred. Did you ever notice the way she holds her head? I never see her an' Nan Dorrington together but what I'm sorry I never got married. I'd put up wi' all the tribulation for to have a gal like arry one on 'em.
human
Silas, I think Paul is fixin' for to do you proud. As I come along jest now, him an' Jinny Claiborne was walkin' mighty close together. They must 'a' been swappin' some mighty sweet secrets, bekaze they hardly spoke above a whisper. An' they didn't look like they was in much of a hurry.
gpt
Paul knows which side his bread is buttered on,
human
Bread! exclaimed Mr. Sanders, pretending to become tremendously excited;