human
Hello, there! Who's that I met on the stairs, and why does he call you 'Mrs.,' you giddy old fraud?
gpt
Land sakes! You might as well kill a person as scare her to death, she complained, far too pleased to admit it.
human
What you doin' down town this time o' day, all dressed up like lady-come-to-see? What do you want, eh?
gpt
Pancakes, explained Joan, ripping off her long gloves.
human
I'm going to stay to supper, Nellen, so get me an apron and let's begin.
gpt
Pancakes! On a hot night like this?
human
Um-humm! And lemonade, she said,
gpt
What would a lone woman be doin' keepin' house without pickles? replied Ellen scornfully, producing them.
human
And there's a batch of cinnamon rolls in the oven this minute, just as if I was expectin' you.