human
Now, he said,
gpt
What is it?
human
Uncle Ebeneezer's portrait, he answered.
gpt
Why, Dorothy Carr! I believe you're scared!
human
I was scared, she admitted, reluctantly, after a brief silence, smiling a little at her own foolishness.
gpt
It's so dark and gloomy in here, and you were gone so long----
human
Funny old place, commented Harlan, kneeling on the hearth and laying kindlings, log-cabin fashion, in the fireplace.
gpt
If an architect planned it, he must have gone crazy the week before he did it.
human
Or at the time. Don't, dear--wait a minute. Let's light our first fire together.