human
What do you make of it?
gpt
I don't make anything of it, declared Sue.
human
It sounds too mysterious for words. But I know this much. They weren't hunting for buried treasure. It's for papers of some kind. I'm sure of it. But what can they be about, and why should they be in the cellar?
gpt
At last we'll have something worth while to write about in our journals, she remarked.
human
Don't you ever think again, Susette Birdsey, that nothing exciting happens in our lives! I can fill up three or four pages about it.
gpt
Do you realize, she suddenly exclaimed,
human
On New Year's Eve.