human
Give me your basket, commanded the young lady.
gpt
Now put your feet on the heater. Sure you have room?
human
It's a shame to ask anyone to ride when I'm so cluttered up, continued the girl gaily.
gpt
I'm taking these things out to my sick soldier boys.
human
I'm going to the Hospital, too,
gpt
That's good! exclaimed the girl.
human
I can take you all the way. Perhaps you have a son or a grandson out there?
gpt
No, he ain't any kin to me, she said,
human
How sweet of you! said the pouting red lips with embarrassing ardor.
gpt
Just think of your walking out here this awful day at your age. Quite sure you are getting warm?
human
I perfectly adore going to the hospital, said the girl, her blue eyes dancing.
gpt
Father's one of the medical directors, Major Chalmers, I expect you've heard of him. I'm Lois Chalmers.
human
Here we are!