human
By your resemblance to a photograph in my possession I think you are the girl who planted the crimson rambler.
gpt
Are you 'my son Tom'? asked Nancy, open astonishment in her tone.
human
I mean my Mr. Hamilton's son Tom?
gpt
I am _my_ Mr. Hamilton's son Tom; or shall we say _our_ Mr. Hamilton's? Do two 'mys' make one 'our'?
human
Upon my word, wonders will never cease! exclaimed Nancy.
gpt
The Admiral said you were in Boston, but he never told us you would visit Beulah so soon!
human
No, I wanted it to be a secret. I wanted to appear when the ball was at its height; the ghost of the old regime confronting the new, so to speak.
gpt
Beulah will soon be a summer resort; everybody seems to be coming here.
human
It's partly your fault, isn't it?
gpt
Why, pray?
human
Are _you_ a good bird?
gpt
I'm _home_, at all events!