human
She's a beauty, isn't she, my dear? the horseman said kindly.
gpt
But I do not like that cough. I've made up my mind, Slattery. She goes to-morrow to Cliffdale, and of course you go with her. Pack your bag to-night. I have already telephoned for a stable-car to be on the siding in the morning.
human
Yes, sir. Wot she needs is dry hair, an' the 'igher the better,
gpt
They will put her on her feet again, agreed Mr. Bolter.
human
The balsam air around Cliffdale is the right lung-healer for man or beast.
gpt
Ida Bellethorne.