human
Throttle her down! Bi shouted to Specs.
gpt
Wake up there! Don't let her race! If ever you win a merit badge for automobiling, I'll eat it for breakfast. Isn't he rotten, Mr. Jenkins?
human
Oh, he'll pass, I reckon. Now, let me see. Five of you on the back seat, two on the collapsible chairs--that's seven--and two of you on the front seat here with me. Wait just a minute till I get my coat and tell my wife I'm going, and we'll start.
gpt
With any kind of luck at all, Bunny promised happily, looking at his watch,
human
I've got my fingers crossed, he said.
gpt
Don't forget all the things that have happened to us so far to-day. Touch wood when you say that, Bunny.