human
White roses, a dozen white roses. Mr. Brotherton turned his broad back as he wrote the order, and said gently:
gpt
They'll be down on No. 11 to-night, Grant; I'll send 'em right out.
human
Could your father sleep any after--when I left, Grant?
gpt
Mrs. Nesbit is out there, isn't she?
human
Yes, replied the youth,
gpt
Has any one else come? asked the Doctor, looking up sharply from his pipe, and added,
human
I sent word to Margaret Müller.