human
Land sakes! you come 'way down here to the Cape to be took in by a feller like Ford Tapp, Niece Louise? I thought you was a girl with too much sense for that!
gpt
But what has love to do with sense, uncle?
human
Hi-mighty! I s'pect that's so. An', anyway, he does seem to improve. He's really gone to work, they tell me, in one of his father's candy factories.
gpt
But that's the one thing about him I'm not sure I approve of, sighed Louise.
human
We could have so much better times if he and I could play along the shore this summer and not have to think about hateful money.
gpt
My soul an' body! gasped the storekeeper, as though she had spoken irreverently about sacred things.
human
Money ain't never hateful, Niece Louise.