human
Of course, I'm not up on this at all, but I'm rather afraid your young friends are getting the worst of it, my dear!
gpt
It's the longest first half I ever saw in my life,
human
Ah, yes,--I daresay it does seem so to you, but I expect they keep the time very carefully, don't you? She looked the girl over interestedly.
gpt
The psychology of this sort of thing is ver-r-ry entertaining,
human
Less than five minutes, T. S.,
gpt
You know, I'm afraid you'll think me fearfully dull, said the Englishwoman, conversationally,
human
One's ended now, said Honor, bitterly,
gpt
Ah, well, my dear, I daresay you'll soon get it back!
human
Look there! _Look!_ See what they're doing? One of the Greenmount players had been called out by the coach and had splashed his way to the side-lines, to be patted wetly on the back and wrapped in a damp blanket. That was well enough. That was the usual thing. But the unusual, the astounding thing was that two of the Greenmount team had slopped to the side-lines and picked up Gridley, divested now of his purple sweater, bodily, in their arms, and carried him, dry-shod, over the slithering mud. Honor gave a gasping moan.
gpt
I _knew_.... There was a dead, sick silence on the bleachers. The rain sluiced down. Somewhere in a near-by garden another giddy mocking bird sang deliriously in the stillness. Tenderly as two nurses with a sick man, the bearers set Gridley down. Slowly, solemnly, he stepped off the distance to the quarter back; briskly, but with dreadful thoroughness, the men who had carried him wiped the mud from his feet with a towel and took their places to defend him from the wild-eyed L. A. men, poised, breathless, menacing. There was a muttering roar from the bleachers, hoarsely pleading, commanding--
human
Block-that-kick! _Block-that-kick!_ BLOCK-THAT-KICK!