human
Pistasch and Sempaly, cries Erwin, looking out of the window and seizing his hat.
gpt
On Sunday, eh, Linda?
human
Now you run away from me just like Felix, cries she, pouting.
gpt
Please stay; it is so unpleasant for me to receive young people without a protector.
human
You have come late; we have scarcely three-quarters of an hour of daylight left.
gpt
Shall we set about it at once?