human
Not a step without an escort,
gpt
Skipper, after all these years, leaving me for a darn' tea!
human
Jimsy, dear, she scolded him,
gpt
--she colored a little and hesitated--
human
Then, at the sobering of his face,
gpt
You know he--cares for me, Jimsy, and I don't believe it's just cricket for us to--to sort of wave our happiness in his face all the time.
human
But--good Lord, Skipper,--he's got to get used to it!
gpt
Of course,--but need we--rub it in, just now?