human
My, Mr. Bombus, how warm you are! Sit right down on the grass and cool off before we go any farther, please.
gpt
Oh, dear, no! objected her companion.
human
That would be terribly imprudent, with these cold autumn winds blowing so; and winter just over there. I 'd catch my death, Child.
gpt
Why, I 'm sure, replied Betty,
human
I don't know what you mean. It's as summer as it can be. It's a hot August day, and if you can't sit outdoors in August, I 'd like to know when you can.
gpt
Allow me to inform you, my dear child, that it isn't August at all; and if you had half an eye you 'd see it, let alone feel it. Do these leaves look as if it were August?
human
Good gracious! she exclaimed.
gpt
How came they to change so early?
human
It _is n't_ early, explained Mr. Bombus.
gpt
It's the last of October,--even later,--and keeps getting more so every minute.
human
But, insisted Betty,
gpt
Yes, _then_ it was August, assented Mr. Bombus;
human
Would she be set to doing all the things she had promised to do
gpt
I 'm afraid so, said Mr. Bombus, replying to her question though she had only _thought_ it.
human
I told you it depended on one's self if one were going to like By-and-by or not. Evidently you 're _not_. Oh! going so soon? You must have been a lazy little girl to be set about settling your account as quick as this. See you later! Good--