human
He'll reach home Friday morning, won't he, Ed?
gpt
M--huh! munching an olive.
human
Where are the crackers, dear?
gpt
I don't know--look in that box up there,
human
Shall I call Mollie?--she's in bed.
gpt
No. Here's the bread,
human
You told him to tell Gladys about the lace the last thing, didn't you--else he'll forget it.
gpt
M--huh! stabbing an anchovy.
human
I wish to heaven the slave would keep that Rocquefort in the cellar, except when we are eating it,
gpt
Come on! Bring the rest in here,
human
You've been sitting on those crackers, Helen Braine,
gpt
Well, you've found them; come on;