human
We must get into one of those boats, Aunt Love,
gpt
You can’t sail to the restaurant. That’s right over yonder,
human
Do what you like with me, he answered resignedly.
gpt
I can see already that the summer will be too short.
human
If your breath ain’t, that’s all you need fret about, returned Miss Lovina, as they started eastward, along the bank of the pond.
gpt
Many’s the time in the last weeks I’ve wished I only weighed one hundred. Don’t those ducks and swans have it comfortable?
human
No, I didn’t bring my lunch; hadn’t the least notion o’ stayin’,
gpt
These here steps, remarked Aunt Love, as she climbed up to Costa Rica’s entrance and down on the other side,