human
You mustn't have ideas after nine P.M., Nancy! chided her mother.
gpt
Wrap the blue blanket around you and sit down with me near the fire.
human
You're not to say I'm romantic or unpractical, insisted Nancy, leaning against her mother's knees and looking up into her face,--
gpt
Very well, I'm all ears!
human
Now put on your thinking cap! Do you remember once, years and years ago, before Peter it was, that father took us on a driving trip through some dear little villages in Maine?