human
You here again, Betty. _You_ are infatuated with me, anyway.
gpt
Indeed, I am, sweetheart, but my love doesn't content you. You bet, I'd sooner have a black look from you than a kiss from any man living. The saints forgive me, when I think of the holy Father and cardinals, and how I worship you, Phil.
human
Yes, you are wild about me, I know, Betty, but we men are different to you, you know; we have so many adorers, we can't go mooning forever around one woman.
gpt
And you are not angry with me to-night, Phil, for coming again to get a sight of your dear face?
human
No, I am not angry with you to-night; but you must not come again; they don't like it,
gpt
If I don't see you, I may as well die, she says despondently.
human
I love you better than any of them ladies do,
gpt
Hang her, she is as fickle as her clime,
human
Hang it, Bet, it's a freezer; if you have any money about you, I'll hail this sleigh if it's empty.
gpt
Yes, sweetheart, here it is,