human
Good afternoon,
gpt
That's Mr. Wells, Mrs. Schuneman explained in a hoarse whisper that must have followed Mr. Wells up the stairs and caught him at the first landing.
human
He's an awful grouch. He's over the Brackens, but if Lottie is entertaining one of her bridge clubs and he's at home he's sure to send his Jap man down to ask her to make less noise. I've never spoken to him in my life. I don't see how you dared.
gpt
I always spoke to people in Mifflin.
human
Folks don't speak to folks in Waloo unless they've been introduced, Mrs. Schuneman told her gloomily.
gpt
The good God knows I've had to learn that. And you're too young to know good from bad,