human
You are the best friend I've got, said he, nervously,
gpt
Well, wire in, said Dick, tearing to bits one of Cresswell's quill pens with his teeth;
human
You're so good-natured, said Aspinall,
gpt
Who makes me do things?
human
I don't know, pleaded the boy, feeling that this sort of tight-rope dancing was not in his line;
gpt
What do they make me do?
human
They make you, said Aspinall, feeling that it was no use trying to keep his balance any longer, and that he might as well throw down his pole and tumble into the net;
gpt
How do you know that?
human
I don't think you would,