human
I'd like to show you the pictures in the family album, said Mrs. Mills hospitably, resting her hand upon the fat plush volume on the center table,
gpt
She frowned a moment, puzzled. Then her face lighted.
human
I'll just set the graphophone goin' for the rest of you to entertain yourselves with, she said eagerly, and in a moment the room was filled with the wheezing and strident strains of
gpt
You Look Good to Father,
human
This is Mr. Mills' sister's first husband. That was their baby that died. This here is Miss Evelyn Mills of Chicago. She's a singer there at the Orpheum. She was my husband's own cousin, once removed. This was my father's aunt,--
gpt
Look at Algernon, whispered Max to Polly.
human
He's as contented as a lamb. He's learning all there is to know about poultry, and doesn't even know that infernal machine is going or that Mr. Mills had any relatives.