human
What do you want? Go away from here! I've gone to bed! he shouted.
gpt
I'll have you arrested for disturbing the peace! Get away!
human
Here! Wait! cried Mr. Larabee.
gpt
I want to talk to you about your trolley stock.
human
Stock is it? Trolley stock? I suspected it was something like that when I smelled your gasolene wagon coming to my door. Well, that stock isn't for sale, and don't you bother me any more about it. I won't sell to either side. Now you get away. I always go to bed early and it's past my sleeping time now. Get away!
gpt
But you don't understand! cried Mr. Larabee in desperation.
human
We want your stock, and I am authorized to offer you----
gpt
I won't listen to you! Get away, I'm going to sleep!
human
Wait! Hold on! I'll increase the price! I must talk to you!
gpt
I guess we'd better go,
human
I'm going to try the back door, said Uncle Ezra craftily.
gpt
Maybe I can surprise him.
human
Come on, suggested the chauffeur.
gpt
I want to get back and do some business where I can make something.
human
Humph! You made enough out of us, declared Mr. Larabee as the man cranked up.
gpt
Now don't you forget my sandwiches.