human
Harry, Miss Dawson says you have carried off her bouquet.
gpt
I have not got her bouquet,
human
Well, go and make your own apology,
gpt
Here is the culprit, Miss Dawson--but he pleads not guilty; whereupon the young lady tapped him with her fan, and declared he was a
human
Your carriage is at the door,
gpt
Why, Harry! exclaimed his sister, looking almost shocked at his evident desire to hurry away her guest.
human
You surely don't think of going yet. Miss Dawson? said she, in her most persuasive manner.
gpt
You will dance this polka.
human
The scheme works to admiration,
gpt
But it has spoiled your party,
human
Not at all, she answered, laughing,
gpt
Was I right?
human
I congratulate you.