human
Yes--yes--yes--yes--
gpt
What are you sighing over so pitiably, you old weeping-willow? Papa said, laughing.
human
There are only merry folk here. Isn't it so, Brigitta?
gpt
Of course that is so, the girl said.
human
And here, Doctor, is your Christmas plate.
gpt
This is your present from Mamma, she continued, handing him a long, dark-covered book.
human
It is 'The Three Ways to Peace,' which you always admired so much.