human
Stop fluttering, Robin Redbreast,
gpt
Oh, that's what Cousin Peace calls me!
human
They won't devour robins, my dear, and they won't be too business-like with a slip of a sixteenyear-old girl, so don't be frightened. Just tell them as clearly as you can your recollections of the construction and working of your father's invention, and for his sake, and the dear Mardy's and the girls', do your best.
gpt
I will, said Rob, bracing herself, as Mr. Baldwin felt sure she would.
human
But I feel so incompetent and ridiculous.