human
She made me eat half of your fruit already, Mrs. Wilding, and if you don't hurry and eat the other half, why, she'll make me eat it all, just to save it.
gpt
Yes, eat up good, darling, Augusta urged gently, with the way that was now growing upon her of petting a child.
human
And don't mind him. You know I wouldn't give him even a little tiny bit of your fruit.
gpt
Oh, good morning, Mister Jimmie, said Rose Wilding, in the quick apologetic way of one who has momentarily forgotten a politeness.
human
I hope the book is coming on well.