human
Where's my security?
gpt
Just come outside and I'll tell you,
human
Ashley, how do you like your car?
gpt
I'm just designing a private medal for the builder,
human
Self-cranker, isn't it?
gpt
Self-cranker, automatic oiler, and supplies its own gasolene. Why?
human
Well, Constance is talking of buying one, and mine is a little too muscular for her. Suppose you take her for a spin after the game and deliver her safely to her Aunt Pattie. I'll take the boys back in my car.
gpt
I'm cheating you in the exchange, but my conscience doesn't hurt me in the least,
human
I've never been in your car, Ashley, insinuated Gresham.
gpt
You might invite me to try it out too.
human
At five-thirty to-morrow evening, Ashley coolly advised him.
gpt
I'd be very glad to have you come along now; but the car is engaged for a strictly private demonstration.