human
What are you millionaires talking about?
gpt
What do millionaires usually talk about? answered Jim loftily.
human
Money--the long green--iron men--filthy lucre--yellowbacks----
gpt
If you don't stop your nonsense you sha'n't have any lunch, threatened Clara,
human
Take it all back, said Jim promptly.
gpt
I'm as sober as a judge. Lead me to this lunch, fair maiden, and I'll tell you nothing but the plain, unvarnished truth. But even at that, I'm afraid you'll think I'm romancing.
human
Well, said Jim,
gpt
Sixty-five thousand dollars!
human
For three years' work!
gpt
Why, stammered Clara,
human
That's what, replied Jim, keenly relishing the sensation he was causing.
gpt
And it wasn't stage money either. He had brought twenty thousand dollars with him in bills, and he laid it down on the table as carelessly as though it was twenty cents. And all that this modest youth, who sits beside me and isn't saying a word, had to do to get that money was to put his name on a piece of paper.
human
Joe, exclaimed Clara,
gpt
Stung! grinned Jim.
human
That's what comes from mixing in family matters.
gpt
Why, it's this way, Sis, laughed Joe.
human
That fellow traveled a thousand miles to call me a hick. I wouldn't stand for it and made him take it back and then he got mad and skipped.
gpt
Momsey, begged Clara in desperation,
human
Them cruel woids!
gpt
Do tell us, Joe! entreated his mother.
human
I'm just dying to know all about it.