human
Peggy, dear, can you enlighten us?
gpt
Oh, I beg your pardon, Mrs. Howland, I did not mean to be rude, but it is a secret, and such a funny one, too; I'd tell if I dared but I've promised not to breathe it.
human
Run out an extra cable then, daughter,
gpt
I think this one will hold, was Mrs. Howland's prompt answer, with a little pat upon Peggy's soft arm.
human
She's a staunch little craft, I fancy. I won't ask a single question if I must not.