human
You might as well, she told them,
gpt
How so?
human
Roads aren't for grass to grow in! she fulminated.
gpt
They're for folks to use, for men and women and little children to go over to and from their homes.
human
Ah, economic conditions, they began to murmur.
gpt
The inevitable laws of supply and--
human
Get out of my garden! Miss Abigail raged at them.
gpt
Get out!