human
I--I don't think I quite understand,
gpt
I'm durned sure you can't, he cried heartily.
human
They jest think it a rotten kind of a job handin' a red-ha'r'd gal a few words an' an a'mighty fine hunk o' gold. That's cos they ain't been dragged up jest right. You can't expect elegant feedin' at a hog trough. Now it's kind o' diff'rent wi' me. I----
gpt
Oh, quit,