human
Pat dear, she said, her voice undergoing change,
gpt
I'm troubled. I am foolish, I know. But I can't help it. I advised that very nice young man to ride every morning. And he may do it. But if he does, sooner or later, perhaps the very first morning, we shall meet up there on the mesa. I want that, of course; but for reasons best known to Easterners, I don't want it--not yet. She gazed off toward the mountains.
human
I reckon, Pat dear, she concluded, after a moment, turning her eyes back to him,