human
I declar' ef I'd 'a' know'd I wuz gwine ter hurt yo' feelings, I'd 'a' j'ined in wid um den an' dar. An' 'taint too late yit. I kin go ter Br'er Jerry an' tell him whilst I ain't change my own min' I'll j'ine in wid um druther dan be offish an' mule-headed.
gpt
No you won't! no you won't! no you won't! exclaimed Aunt Charity.
human
I mought 'a' done diffunt, an' I mought 'a' done wrong. We'll hatter git out'n de church, ef you kin call it a church, but dat ain't so mighty hard ter do. Yit, 'fo' we does git out I'm gwine ter preach ol' Jerry's funer'l one time--des one time. Dat what make me laugh des now; I was runnin' over in my min' how I kin raise his hide. Some folks got de idee dat kaze I'm fat I'm bleeze ter be long-sufferin'; but you know better'n dat, don't you?
gpt
Well, I know dis, said Uncle Plato, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand,
human
Miss Sa'ah done tol' me dat when I git mad, I kin keep up a conversation ez long ez de nex' one, remarked Aunt Charity, with real pride.
gpt
An' den dar's dat hat Miss Sa'ah gi' me; I laid off ter w'ar it ter church nex' Sunday, but now--well, I speck I better des w'ar my head-hankcher, kaze dey's sho gwine ter be trouble ef any un um look at me cross-eyed.
human
You gwine, is you?
gpt
Ef I live, replied Aunt Charity,
human
I'm des ez good ez dar right now. An' mo' dan dat, you'll go too. 'Tain't gwineter be said dat de Clopton niggers hung der heads bekaze dey stood by der own white folks. Ef it's said, it'll hatter be said 'bout some er de yuthers.
gpt
I'll go, said Uncle Plato,
human
Now, dat's right whar we gits crossways, Aunt Charity declared.
gpt
I hope you'll hatter frail 'im out.