human
Yes, said Honor, slowly, looking first at her mother,
gpt
said Mrs. Van Meter, coloring. She changed the subject swiftly but she did not really seem disconcerted. Indeed, her manner toward Honor during the meal and the hour that followed was affectionate to the point, almost, of seeming proprietary and maternal. Some boys and girls came in later and Mrs. Van Meter rose to go.
human
I'll run home, now, my dear, and leave you with your young friends.
gpt
I'll go across the street with you, Mrs. Van Meter,