human
That sort of thing ought to be easier to cure than drinking, she mused aloud,
gpt
repeated Betty.
human
The question is, could it be done? Well, thank Heaven, _we_ don't have to do it, anyway. I'd hate the job of keeper to Uncle Ned's roving eye!... Ugh, let's not talk about it! Years before you and I have to think of horrid things like marriage--Good night, you bad old flirt,
gpt
I do wish you'd teach Betty something of the fine art of keeping them guessing, Joan, It's quite wonderful the way you play them all off against each other, and so good for them--particularly Ned! He's rather spoiled, I'm afraid--used to monopolizing his favorites....