human
Is--is it a man--or what?
gpt
Why, Mr. Bane! That is my chaperon.
human
Chaperon! Ye gods and little fishes! Miss Grayling, no matter where you go, or with whom, you are perfectly safe with _that_ as a chaperon.
gpt
How rediculous, Mr. Bane! the girl cried, laughing. Betty strode through the sand to the spot where they stood.
human
This is Mr. Bane, Betty, Louise continued,
gpt
Mrs. Gallup, Mr. Bane.
human
So you're one o' them play-actors, be you? Land sakes! And tryin' to look like a fisherman, too! I don't s'pose you know a grommet from the bight of a hawser.
gpt
Guilty as charged, Bane admitted with a chuckle.
human
But we all must live, Mrs. Gallup.
gpt
Humph! grunted the old woman.
human
Are you sure that's so in ev'ry case? There's more useless folks on the Cape now than the Recordin' Angel can well take care on.
gpt
Oh, Betty!
human
I'm not at all sure you're not right, Mrs. Gallup. I sometimes feel that if I were a farmer and raised onions, or a fisherman and caught the denizens of the sea, I might feel a deeper respect for myself. As it is, when I work I am only _playing_.
gpt
Humph! exploded Betty again.