human
Father, he was saying, imagination under the stimulus of things he had been seeing,
gpt
I suppose our gun will kill 'bout forty thousand million folks--won't it, father?
human
Why no, son, I hope it's not going to be such a beastly gun as that,
gpt
Yes, but, father, isn't a good gun a gun that kills folks? What's the use making a gun at all if it isn't going to kill folks?
human
Sonny, he said,
gpt
Your reasoning is poor, Worth, said Katie;
human
calmly remarked Worth, adding:
gpt
I'll ask Watts, and if he don't know I'll ask the man that mends the boats.
human
Do,