human
Yes.
gpt
No, no.
human
Why, my dear, exclaimed Fritzie,
gpt
It will delay us, and I am crazy to get home.
human
But it will cut off two miles!
gpt
And keep us an hour.
human
It won’t keep us five minutes and the grounds are beautiful.
gpt
We will see them to-morrow. Drive straight ahead, Peters.
human
I feel like a heathen going by The Towers in this way. I hope Robert won’t hear of it.
gpt
I will take all the blame, returned Alice, with a bravado she did not feel. Then she laid her hand on Fritzie’s arm.
human
You may come back right after luncheon.