human
Alfred, she said, entreatingly,
gpt
I mind poor Father's plans, and that makes me nervous when you race on so.
human
What about his plans?
gpt
He'd a nice business, shoeing the carriage horses of the quality. He never did fancy rough work. But it went to bits, when motoring came in. That lay back of his poor health. We never know what'll happen.
human
I say we do. God Almighty helps them as helps themselves. I'm helping myself to a large spoonful, but I can down it, and more too.