human
Yes, dryly. It was her custom when he began to bestow knighthood upon common clay to divert him with some new and irrelevant subject.
gpt
Here's an item in the _Times_ this morning I fancy you didn't read. After describing the bride's dress and her beauty, it says, 'And the bride is a daughter of the late H. M. Von Müller, who was an exile from his native land and gave up a large estate and a title because of his participation in the revolution of '48. Miss Müller might properly be called the Countess Von Müller, if she chose to claim her rightful title!'--what is there to that?
human
Pennsylvania Dutch for three generations--I knew old Herman Müller's father--before I came West--when he used to sell kraut and cheese around Vincennes before the war, and Herman's grandfather came from Pennsylvania.
gpt
I thought so, sniffed Mrs. Nesbit. And then she added:
human
Doctor, that girl is a minx.
gpt
Yes, my dear, chirped the Doctor.
human
Yes, she's a minx; but this isn't the open season for minxes, so we must let her go. And, he added after a pause, during which he read the wedding notice carefully,
gpt
mused the Doctor. Mrs. Nesbit blinked at her husband for a minute in sputtering indignation. Then she exclaimed:
human
Brace under Henry! And to make it more emphatic, repeated it and then exploded:
gpt
The cat's foot--brace for Henry, indeed--that piece!
human
Doctor Nesbit, if you've cut up all the women you claim to have dissected in medical school, you know precious little about what's in them, if you get fooled in that Margaret woman.
gpt
The only kind we ever cut up, returned the Doctor in a mild, conciliatory treble,