human
We're going to run in the big hunt,
gpt
What! said the senior, laughing;
human
About twelve-miles, isn't it?
gpt
Yes. I'm afraid it will be hardly worth your while to take such a short trot,
human
We're going to try, said Dick, resolutely.
gpt
Who are the hares, Cresswell?
human
Swinstead and Birket; good hares, too. But, I say, youngsters, you'd better not make asses of yourselves. If you like to come the first mile or two, all right, but take my advice and turn back before you're too far from home.
gpt
We're going to run it through, said Dick,
human
We want to get on the Sociables' list, blurted out the confiding Coote;