human
Come, Garfield, my son, into your overcoat with the speed of a New York despatch,
gpt
It seems too bad to leave you, Miss Crew, said Mrs. Gower, sympathetically;
human
Quite sure, thank you; my head aches a little, but I have some Dorcas work here, which will make me forget I have a head, I hope.
gpt
Then you will be rewarded; _au revoir_, dear.
human
And now for the tree of knowledge,