human
It's all 'up to me,' she said quietly.
gpt
Don't you see that it is? You haven't a thing in the world to do but follow my lead. Won't you trust me enough to know that you will not be asked to do anything that would be too hard? Believe in me enough to feel I will put through anything I begin? Isn't it rather--oh, unthrifty, to let pasts and futures spoil presents? Some time soon we may want to talk of the future, but just now there's only the present. And not a very terrifying present. Nothing more fearful than winding in and out of the wooded roads of this beautiful place--listening to birds and--but come-- changing briskly to the practical and helping her rise as though dismissing the question--
human
I hear our horse.
gpt
I see Miss Jones has got some of her swell friends visitin' her, a soldier who was cutting grass remarked to a comrade newer to the service.
human
Great swell--they tell me Miss Jones is. They say she's it in Washington all right--way ahead of some that outranks her. Got outside money--their own money. Handy, ain't it? he laughed.
gpt
Though it ain't just the money, either. Her mother was--well, somebody big--don't just recollect the name. Friendly, Miss Jones is. Not like some, afraid you're going to forget your place the minute she has a civil word with you. That one with her is some swell from Washington or New York. You can tell that by the looks of her, all right. Lord, don't they have it easy though?