human
Hullo, kid, she called over her shoulder to Becky.
gpt
I've got a ticket for you for Thursday afternoon.
human
I'll never ask her, Miss Kalski, she said rapidly.
gpt
I don't dare. I have to stay late to-night again; and I know she'd be hard to please after, if I was to try to get off on a week-day. I thank you, Miss Kalski, but I'd better not.