human
Oh, my dear Sergeant Hammer, this is indeed a pleasure. How very kind of you to drop in. So few people drop in now-a-days; dropping in seems to have quite dropped out and I do so dearly love seeing anyone from Town. Of course we are so old world and out of the way down here that we never see anyone--no one at all--nobody and to hear news direct from---- She broke off abruptly, fixed her glasses and fell back in an attitude of amazed rapture--
gpt
Anthony, dear, do look. Isn't Sergeant Picklesnip exactly like the vicar--the old one, not the present incumbent, he's too high for me. I do hope---- She descended upon Harrison Smith and wrung him warmly by both hands--
human
I do hope you agree with me that the Roman influence is most dangerous. And before he had time to reply--
gpt
Ah, but I wish you had known Anthony when he was a little boy and wore sailor suits--white on Sundays with a cord and a whistle round his neck. My poor husband could not endure the whistle, so he took the pea out of it and then it only made an airy noise instead of a blast.
human
Mother dear, Anthony interposed,
gpt
Don't let us detain you, Madam,
human
No, I won't, I won't. Besides, I mustn't be late. As Mr. Gladstone said in '84--and oh, what a hot summer that was--he said--'Detention is the mother of time.'
gpt
Never be late, continued Mrs. Barraclough, rallying her resources for a new oration,
human
Yes, yes, yes, said Harrison Smith, whose patience was running out,