human
Don't stop, shouted the driver;
gpt
I'll come up to-morrer for the money. Good luck to you--an' the Jack-o'-Lantern!
human
What did he mean? asked Dorothy, shaking out her wet skirts, when they were safely inside the door.
gpt
Who's got a Jack-o'-Lantern?
human
You can search me, answered Harlan, concisely, fumbling for a match.
gpt
I suppose we've got it. Anyhow, we'll have a look at this sepulchral mansion presently.
human
Couldn't have got much wetter if I'd been in swimming, he grumbled.
gpt
Here goes the last one.
human
It would have been pleasant, wouldn't it? he went on.
gpt
We could have sat on the stairs until morning, or broken our admirable necks in falling over strange furniture. The next thing is a fire. Wonder where my distinguished relative kept his wood?