human
Now if Robert were here, cried Fritzie impatiently,
gpt
He is in town and will be out to-morrow. Imogene as she made the announcement put her arm around Alice.
human
Sweetheart, you must be dead.
gpt
Nothing of the sort. I haven’t done anything but suggest, she said gayly.
human
Fritzie has done all the work. In the morning we will bring in the apple blossoms and we are through.