human
Lofty's couldn't move and Ersten wouldn't,
gpt
Not that Dutchman! returned Polly, laughing again as she peered into the low dark windows of the ladies' tailoring shop.
human
I was in the other day, and he told me three times that he would be right there to make my walking frocks for the next thirteen years.
gpt
He was having a quarrel with Mr. Schnitt about the light in the workroom when I was in, observed Constance,
human
That's the extent of his lease, guessed Johnny shrewdly.
gpt
They're trying to get it away from him.
human
I wonder why,
gpt
It's as simple as spending money, Johnny announced.
human
Lofty intends building an extension.
gpt
They won't tear down Ersten's shop,
human
They'll move him in a wheelbarrow some night, Johnny prophesied.
gpt
If I could grab his lease I could play a few hours.
human
You'll be gray before the thirty-first of May,
gpt
It turns anybody gray to dig up a million, agreed Johnny.
human
It's a good guess, though, Polly. I counted seven new white ones this morning.
gpt
That's a strange coincidence, commented Constance, with a secretly anxious glance at his hair.
human
You're just seven hours behind your schedule.
gpt
That schedule goes round like an electric fan,
human
And there's no switch,
gpt
Gresham,