human
What luck! Fancy!
gpt
You're better than prompt, Miss Betty, said the driver of the car.
human
I am glad I hadn't to wait for you, for Mister Bob told me particular to get you home for luncheon. You'll be wanted.
gpt
What for? Do tell me what for, Carter! Betty cried.
human
I thought Bob Henderson was awfully mysterious this morning at breakfast. Do you know what is in the wind, Carter?
gpt
Not me, Miss Betty, said the chauffeur, and having tucked the robes about her he shut the door and got into his own place. But before he started the car he said through the open window:
human
I have to delay a little, Miss. Must drive around by the bank and pick up Mr. Gordon. But I will hurry home after that.
gpt
Oh! Uncle Dick did go to the bank here, murmured Betty, nestling back into the cushions and robes.
human
I wonder if he is going to stop off at Mountain Camp on his way back to Canada. Oh! and she sighed more deeply,