human
But I _do_ want to go out in the motor-boater, cried Fairy, dancing around the dock, and waving her arms.
gpt
Will you take us some other time, Mr. Bob?
human
Indeed I will, said Bob, heartily;
gpt
Hickox is your man, said that long individual, suddenly interrupting his own investigation of the marvelous boat.
human
Hickox'll cart your truck up the hill. Where might it be?
gpt
Here you are, and Bob sprang into the _Shooting Star_ and tossed out three suit cases and a lot of odds and ends of luggage.
human
But we fellows can carry them up.
gpt
No, sir, no, sir; Hickox'll look after things. It'll be all right.
human
And this is for you and your sisters, Miss Dorothy,