human
You ain't sick to your stomach, are you, mother?
gpt
Maggie, she said softly,
human
I want that you should write that out real plain for me, in print. I'm going to take it up to the bungalow.
gpt
Billy'll cuss us.
human
Oh! I ain't going to let Mr. Drew think Billy done it. Peggy was waxing bold.
gpt
I'm going to tell him it was writ by a noted po'try-maker, and I want to find out what his views is as to its fineness.
human
He might guess,
gpt
How _could_ he?
human
Ma, she whispered,
gpt
No,
human
He wants to be different so he can spark--her!
gpt
Spark?
human
Yep, spark.
gpt
Her?
human
Yep. Her. Miss Drew.