human
Well, what do you know about that!
gpt
Have we been dreaming, or _did_ we come back from Burlington in the teeth of a rip-snorting gale?
human
It was no dream, Mrs. Fenton said fervently.
gpt
It was more like a nightmare. I was afraid to switch off the telephone because I expected every minute to get a call telling me that you had been wrecked on the Lake and were all drowned. And, I was afraid to leave the switch connected because I was sure the house would be struck by lightning. My, it wasn't a dream--not here anyway. Goodness, such a storm. I thought the house would be ripped from its foundations and come tumbling over my head. A tree was struck nearby for--oh, it did crash two different times--something awful. Land sakes alive, you boys must not go up again in such weather--goodness--