human
I say, Elaine, he began, awkwardly.
gpt
That beast of a poem I read the other day----
human
Yes?
gpt
Well, Perkins didn't write it, you know, Dick went on, hastily.
human
I did it myself. Or, rather I found it, blowing around, outside, just as I said, and I fixed it.
gpt
I beg your pardon,
human
Did you think, she asked,
gpt
I didn't think, returned Dick, truthfully.
human
I never thought for a minute that it was making fun of you, but only of that--that pup, Perkins,
gpt
Under the circumstances, said Elaine, ignoring the epithet,
human
Do, answered Dick, with difficulty.
gpt
He's ambling up to the lunch-counter now.
human
I have just been told, said Miss St. Clair to the poet,
gpt
It is a small matter,