human
They're all like that here, she explained in a cautious whisper.
gpt
Every one of them thinks she's somebody else. I suppose the poor thing heard me speak of my daughter, and it wandered into her head that she was the one. And you might as well humor them. It does them no harm. You never can tell what they'll think of next. God help all that's afflicted!
human
But, that _is_ your Augusta,
gpt
Now, Mr. Jimmie, you know you're always at you nonsense!