human
Please put on more logs, she said softly.
gpt
Father Confessor, I've come to confess. There was something under the playfulness that touched Drew.
human
I told Connie that I wanted to talk to you about a plan of mine; well, so it is, but I want you to put the stamp of your sage approval upon it.
gpt
Hardly that, he said with a laugh,
human
I always think of you now, Ruth Dale continued, leaning toward the crackling logs, and holding her little benumbed hands open to the heat,