human
Adam tells me that you are going out, Miss Anthea.
gpt
Only as far as Mrs. Dibbin's cottage,--just across the meadow.
human
Adam also informs me that Mrs. Dibbin is a witch.
gpt
People call her so.
human
Never in all my days have I seen a genuine, old witch,--so I'll come with you, if I may?
gpt
Oh, this is a very gentle old witch, and she is neither humpbacked, nor does she ride a broom-stick,--so I'm afraid you'll be disappointed, Mr. Bellew.
human
Then, at least, I can carry your basket,--allow me!
gpt
What a glorious night it is! exclaimed Anthea suddenly, drawing a deep breath of the fragrant air,--
human
Oh! it is good to be alive! In spite of all the cares, and worries, life is very sweet!