human
Good-bye, Agatha, I said, passing the window.
gpt
Is there anything you would like me to bring you when we come back?
human
Oh, a great many! answered she, looking up gravely;
gpt
Back to Sunday dinner? Well, I should hope so. Why, the old woman is baking a pie as I'd sail round the Horn to get a snack of! Come on, Mr. Firemount; it'll go hard but we fetches back an appetite as 'll warm the women's hearts to look at.