human
Always knows just what to say and do, remarked Syle-Conover, one day, at the store, where the male gossips of the neighborhood met to exchange views.
gpt
A fellow goes up to see Matalette--goes in his shirt-sleeves, not expectin' to see any women around--when who comes to the door but _her_. For a minute a fellow wishes he could fly, or sink; next minute he feels as if he'd been acquainted with her for a year. Hanged if I understand it, but she's the kind of gal I go in fur!