human
How goes it, Helen? asked Joe, as the rider drew her horse to one side. The animal rubbed his nose against Joe's hand.
gpt
No, I haven't any sugar now, Rosebud, said Joe with a smile.
human
There aren't any pockets in this suit,
gpt
I'll give him some as soon as I get off, promised Helen Morton, or
human
Mademoiselle Mortonti
gpt
How did everything go?
human
Fine, Joe. Rosebud never behaved better, and the crowd was certainly generous in the way of applause.
gpt
Glad to know it. I heard some of it. Pretty good opening then?
human
I call it so, yes.