human
Hullo, Alice!
gpt
Hullo, Leon!
human
Say, Alice, gi' me a couple O' them two for five cigars, Will yer?
gpt
Where's your nickel?
human
My! Ain't you close! Can't trust a feller, can yer.
gpt
Trust you! Why What you owe this store Would set you up in business. I can't think why Father 'lows it.
human
Yer Father's a sight more neighbourly Than you be. That's a fact. Besides, he knows I got a vote.
gpt
A vote! Oh, yes, you got a vote! A lot o' good the Senate'll be to Father When all his bank account Has run away in credits. There's your cigars, If you can relish smokin' With all you owe us standin'.
human
I dunno as that makes 'em taste any diff'rent. You ain't fair to me, Alice, 'deed you ain't. I work when anythin's doin'. I'll get a carpenterin' job next Summer sure. Cleve was tellin' me to-day he'd take me on come Spring.
gpt
Come Spring, and this December! I've no patience with you, Leon, Shilly-shallyin' the way you do. Here, lift over them crates o' oranges I wanter fix 'em in the winder.
human
It riles yer, don't it, me not havin' work. You pepper up about it somethin' good. You pick an' pick, and that don't help a mite. Say, Alice, do come in out o' that winder. Th' oranges c'n wait, An' I don't like talkin' to yer back.
gpt
Don't you! Well, you'd better make the best o' what you can git. Maybe you won't have my back to talk to soon. They look good in pyramids with the 'lectric light on 'em, Don't they? Now hand me them bananas An' I'll string 'em right acrost.
human
What do yer mean 'Bout me not havin' you to talk to? Are yer springin' somethin' on me?
gpt
I don't know 'bout springin' When I'm tellin' you right out. I'm goin' away, that's all.
human
Where? Why? What yer mean--goin' away?
gpt
I've took a place Down to Boston, in a candy store For the holidays.
human
Good Land, Alice, What in the Heavens fer!
gpt
To earn some money, And to git away from here, I guess.
human
Ain't yer Father got enough? Don't he give yer proper pocket-money?
gpt
He'd have a plenty, if you folks paid him.
human
He's rich I tell yer. I never figured he'd be close with you.
gpt
Oh, he ain't. Not close. That ain't why. But I must git away from here. I must! I must!
human
You got a lot o' reason in yer To-night. How long d' you cal'late You'll be gone?
gpt
Maybe for always.
human
What ails yer, Alice? Talkin' wild like that. Ain't you an' me goin' to be married Some day.
gpt
Some day! Some day! I guess the sun'll never rise on some day.
human
So that's the trouble. Same old story. 'Cause I ain't got the cash to settle right now. You know I love yer, An' I'll marry yer as soon As I c'n raise the money.
gpt
You've said that any time these five year, But you don't do nothin'.
human
Wot could I do? Ther ain't no work here Winters. Not fer a carpenter, ther ain't.
gpt
I guess you warn't born a carpenter. Ther's ice-cuttin' a plenty.
human
I got a dret'ful tender throat; Dr. Smiles he told me I mustn't resk ice-cuttin'.
gpt
Why haven't you gone to Boston, And hunted up a job?
human
Have yer forgot the time I went expressin' In the American office, down ther?
gpt
And come back two weeks later! No, I ain't.
human
You didn't want I should git hurted, Did yer? I'm a sight too light fer all that liftin' work. My back was commencin' to strain, as 'twas. Ef I was like yer brother now, I'd ha' be'n down to the city long ago. But I'm too clumsy fer a dancer. I ain't got Arthur's luck.
gpt
Do you call it luck to be a disgrace to your folks, And git locked up in jail!
human
Oh, come now, Alice, 'Disgrace' is a mite strong. Why, the jail was a joke. Art's all right.
gpt
All right! All right to dance, and smirk, and lie For a livin', And then in the end Lead a silly girl to give you What warn't hers to give By pretendin' you'd marry her-- And she a pupil.
human
He'd ha' married her right enough, Her folks was millionaires.
gpt
Yes, he'd ha' married her! Thank God, they saved her that.
human
Art's a fine feller. I wish I had his luck. Swellin' round in Hart, Schaffner & Marx fancy suits, And eatin' in rest'rants. But somebody's got to stick to the old place, Else Foxfield'd have to shut up shop, Hey, Alice?
gpt
You admire him! You admire Arthur! You'd be like him only you can't dance. Oh, Shame! Shame! And I've been like that silly girl. Fooled with your promises, And I give you all I had. I knew it, oh, I knew it, But I wanted to git away 'fore I proved it. You've shamed me through and through. Why couldn't you hold your tongue, And spared me seein' you As you really are.
human
What the Devil's the row? I only said Art was lucky. What you spitfirin' at me fer? Ferget it, Alice. We've had good times, ain't we? I'll see Cleve 'bout that job agin to-morrer, And we'll be married 'fore hayin' time.
gpt
It's like you to remind me o' hayin' time. I've good cause to love it, ain't I? Many's the night I've hid my face in the dark To shut out thinkin'!
human
Why, that ain't nothin'. You ain't be'n half so kind to me As lots o' fellers' girls. Gi' me a kiss, Dear, And let's make up.
gpt
Make up! You poor fool. Do you suppose I care a ten cent piece For you now. You've killed yourself for me. Done it out o' your own mouth. You've took away my home, I hate the sight o' the place. You're all over it, Every stick an' stone means you, An' I hate 'em all.
human
Alice, I say, Don't go on like that. I can't marry yer Boardin' in one room, But I'll see Cleve to-morrer, I'll make him----
gpt
Oh, you fool! You terrible fool!
human
Alice, don't go yit, Wait a minit, I'll see Cleve----
gpt
You terrible fool!
human
Alice, don't go. Alice----
gpt
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