human
Do you know how steadily I have clung to Boston of late?
gpt
Aunt Love wrote me you were there with your cousin. Are you going to adopt it as your home?
human
No indeed. You will think, Mrs. Ogden, leaning forward to speak across Clover to her neighbor,
gpt
You can’t tell me anything about young men as correspondents, replied Mrs. Ogden feelingly.
human
When Dick is away, the most I ever expect from him is a telegram every day or two.
gpt
We’re a bad lot, admitted Jack.
human
No, speaking again to Clover,
gpt
I am a Chicagoan, and just now prouder than ever of the fact. I fancy that we shall all come home like straying chickens on May 1, ’93. Of course you intend to be here during the Fair?
human
Yes. Mildred and I both anticipate it highly.
gpt
I tell you, Mrs. Van Tassel, put in Mrs. Ogden,
human
I think we shall find it too convenient to be dispensed with,