human
Look after this little girl, won't you, Mrs. Parsons? he said.
gpt
She'll be O. K. after a few moments' rest, but a seafaring life is a hard one, and this little craft is glad to get into port.
human
Nonsense, Aunt Adelaide, I'm not really tired, but I just want to sit down a while. My feet have a headache!
gpt
I don't wonder! declared Mona.
human
It was awful for you to perch on one toe for a hundred million mile ride! And I reclined at ease on a Roman trident, or whatever you call it!
gpt
Tripod, you mean, said Adele, laughing,
human
Dunno, said Mona, who was arranging Patty in a soft easy-chair in the dressing-room of the club.
gpt
Now, you sit there, you Sea Witch, she commanded,
human
Nothing can spoil that!