human
The heavy artillery was evidently frightened.
gpt
What was that awful noise? An earthquake? shrilled the Reverend Dr. Jones.
human
I think I'll go home.
gpt
Was it an avalanche? demanded Mrs. Batt, in a deep and shaky voice.
human
Are we in any immediate danger, young man?
gpt
What an awful region! wailed Miss Dingleheimer.
human
I've had my money's worth. I wish to go back to New York at once. I'll begin to dress immediately--
gpt
It might be a million years before another meteor falls in this latitude,
human
Or it might be ten minutes, sobbed Miss Dingleheimer.
gpt
What do _you_ know about it, anyway! I want to go home. I'm putting on my stockings now. I'm getting dressed as fast as I can--