human
Set that down on the table here, Hampton, and you, Ned, tell Mr. David Grigsby that the snack is ready.
gpt
He never eats between meals, said Flea, taking the chair Mrs. Tayloe pushed up to the table,
human
Hampton, she said, after a while, with a touch of her girlish vivacity,
gpt
He made it himself four years ago, and he gets stingier and stingier with it every year. It really is _mighty_ good, though I wouldn't tell him so to save his life. He'd _kill_ me if he knew I'd touched it.
human
Don't have it opened--please! begged Flea, checking the hand that held out the corkscrew to the butler.
gpt
I really would rather not drink it. I don't care for liquor of any kind.
human
I believe you are _afraid_ of him to this day. Hampton won't tell on us. It isn't the _first_ secret he and I have kept from our lord and master. Open it! to the grinning man.
gpt
Now fill two glasses--one for Miss Grigsby and one for me. Take yours, Flea! I'll give you a toast. _Single_ blessedness forever, and confusion to all husbands!