But show me the daughter that could do better for herself than my gel's father has done for her.
A puff of wind and a slant of rain, as I've been saying to my gel here.
Do you think I'm not doing my best for you, gel—my very best?
You shall read it aloud to me, my gel—or, better still, I'll read it to you.
I'm soory fur the gel, but ef she had the locket, of course she tuk ...