human
Late again! began this gentleman.
gpt
We shall have to impose a fine upon you, Mrs. Roscoe; we shall indeed.
human
Ought I to come for the soup?
gpt
Nay; when it is cold! remonstrated her neighbor.
human
Be more reasonable, pray.
gpt
Oh, reasonable women are horrid! responded Mrs. Roscoe.
human
I should never think of coming down until later, she went on,
gpt
The boy was eating rapidly. She watched him for a moment.
human
I don't see how he can!
gpt
Perhaps Tommaso is hungry,
human
Maso, please, corrected Mrs. Roscoe;
gpt
Tommaso is as ugly as Thomas.
human
I dare say he has not nourishment enough, continued the first speaker;
gpt
Thank Mrs. Goldsworthy for her interest in you, Maso,
human
I have read in the journal, Madame Roscoe, of a gerate fire in your countree--a town entire! I hope you lose not by it?
gpt
My interests are not of that kind. Where was the fire, may I ask?
human
But in your countree, Amereekar. Voyons: the citee of Tam-Tampico.
gpt
When we were at Mentone an old lady informed me one day of the arrival of some of my 'countrypeople.' 'Now,' she said, 'you will not be the only Americans in the house.' At dinner they appeared. They were Chilians. I said to my friend, 'They are not my countrypeople; they are South Americans.' She answered, severely: 'I suppose you say that because they are Southerners! But now that so many years have passed since that dreadful war of yours was brought to a close, I should think it would be far wiser to drop such animosities.'
human
Wife--she kept saying, 'You ought to go abroad; you aren't well, and it'll do you good; they say it's very sociable over there if you stay at the _pensions_.' (He gave this word a political pronunciation.)
gpt
All I can say is--if _this_ is their _pension_!