human
You refused to attend the cadet ball with me at the New York Building to-night,
gpt
Why, of course; in my ignorance. Wasn’t it stupid of me? Oh, what are they running for? Isn’t that pretty? Wouldn’t you like to be a cadet again, Mr. Eames?
human
Heaven forbid! ejaculated that officer devoutly.
gpt
I am waked up by reveille yet. Hope I shall get over it some time.
human
Mildred is contracting cadet fever, Mr. Van Tassel,
gpt
I never before noticed how objectionable Helen’s ways with men are, she thought.
human
I know Jack wishes she wouldn’t look at him like that.
gpt
I suppose so, Miss Eames, replied Van Tassel.
human
I am trying to find out what it is that is so fetching about those all-conquering youngsters.
gpt
What is cadet fever? asked Mildred,