human
Why, JEFF, said he,
gpt
That's no way to console a fellow, you fool, said JEFFRY.
human
You'd better offer to help me out of the scrape.
gpt
Why, so I will, of course, said ARCHIBALD.
human
If I hadn't saved your life, of course you wouldn't have got into it; and so I feel bound, you know, to see you out of it. What shall I do?
gpt
Why, just go over to the Half-way House, and tell ANN I can't come. Tell her I've got the small-pox, or broke my leg, or my old man's dying--or anything, so that she understands I can't come.
human
You'd better give me a letter, said ARCHIBALD,
gpt
No, replied JEFFRY,
human
I shan't give you any letter. I ain't fool enough to commit myself to any woman in black and white.
gpt
Well, replied ARCHIBALD drearily,
human
Three o'clock, answered JEFFRY.
gpt
Tell her I'd come if I could but I can't _anyhow_. Be sure and tell her _that_, and anything else you've a mind to.
human
Now, if the general's head be sprinkled when walking, we may fairly infer that the gray hairs, unless brushed off, remain upon it when it stands still. We are additionally mystified by the further statement--still with reference to the same officer--that