human
Dearies, you must not grieve,
gpt
Don't look so dismal, girls, said Mr. Grey, cheerfully.
human
The little grey house has merely lent the thin Grey man a thousand dollars, which he knows--doesn't think, mind you, but _knows_--he will soon repay. We are fortunate to get money when we need it so sorely, and we shall pay off that mortgage in a short time; isn't that true, Rob, my son?
gpt
That is true, Patergrey,
human
We're not afraid, are we, Rob, my son? We know our machine is bound to succeed.
gpt
Bound to succeed, Patergrey, said Rob, going over to him and laying a hand on her father's shoulder as though she were really the