human
Why, Ruth, dear, said Emma sweetly,
gpt
Just to get a drink, dear,
human
Oh, yes--all right. This broke at the wrong time into something Mr. Brotherton was saying. He looked up astonished and the Captain, abashed, smiled and after shuffling his feet, backed up to the base burner and hummed the tune about the land that was fairer than day. Emma and Mr. Brotherton began talking. Presently, the Captain picked up the spitting cat by the scruff of the neck and held him a moment under his chin.
gpt
Well, Emmy, he cut in, interrupting her story of how Miss Carhart had told the principal if
human
I suppose there'll be plenty of potatoes for the hash?
gpt
Sweet Bye and Bye