human
What! hasn't she written yet, Joe? asked Tom Jefferson, the strong man.
gpt
Something must be wrong.
human
There isn't any _she_ about it,
gpt
You ought to send her a self-addressed envelope, added one of the clowns.
human
Maybe she can't write, Joe.
gpt
It's awful hard to get your mail when you're with a circus, sighed the snake charmer.
human
I know I've lost dozens of perfectly good letters. But don't worry, Joe. It may come yet.
gpt
Helen, you'd better look out, joked Bill Watson.
human
Joe has another friend now, outside the business.
gpt
Oh, I'm not worrying,