human
Isn't it perfectly lovely, she asked,
gpt
Yes, he cried, eagerly.
human
Oh, Dorothy, do you think I can really write it?
gpt
Write it, she repeated;
human
she added, generously.
gpt
If you'll buy me a typewriter, I can copy the whole book for you.
human
Of course I'll buy you a typewriter. We'll send for it to-morrow. How much does a nice one cost?
gpt
The kind I like, she explained,
human
Two hundred and ninety-seven dollars and twenty-three cents,
gpt
No, only a hundred dollars, corrected Dorothy.
human
I don't care to have it silver mounted.
gpt
I'd buy you a gold one if you wanted it,
human
Not now, she returned, serenely.
gpt
Wait till the book is done.
human
Come, said Dorothy, gently,
gpt
Let's go down here, she continued.
human
I love curly stairs.
gpt
These are kinky enough to please even your refined fancy, laughed Harlan.
human
It reminds me of travelling in the West, where you look out of the window and see your engine on the track beside you, going the other way.
gpt
This must be the kitchen, said Dorothy, when the stairs finally ceased.
human
Uncle Ebeneezer appears to have had a pronounced fancy for kitchens.
gpt
Here's another wing, added Harlan, opening the back door.
human
Sitting-room, bedroom, and--my soul and body! It's another kitchen!
gpt
Any more beds? queried Dorothy, peering into the darkness.
human
We can't keep house unless we can find more beds.
gpt
Only one more. I guess we've come down to bed rock at last.
human
In other words, the cradle,
gpt
Oh, what a joke! cried Harlan.
human
That's worth three dollars in the office of any funny paper in New York!
gpt
Sell it, commanded Dorothy, inspired by the prospect of wealth,