human
Seems a piffling little sheet, he observed,
gpt
Read that.
human
Uriah Heeps.
gpt
Why do they permit such things? cried Nan, scarcely waiting for Keith to finish his reading,
human
What is Mr. Palmer going to do about it?
gpt
Survive, I guess, replied Keith, with a grin.
human
I take back my opinion of the paper. It certainly has life. He turned to the head of the page.
gpt
Hullo! he cried in surprise.
human
James King of William running this, eh? He whistled, then laughed.
gpt
That promises to be interesting, sure. He was in business with that crowd for some time. He ought to have information from the inside!
human
Mrs. Palmer is simply furious,
gpt
I'll bet she is. Are we invited out this evening?
human
The Thurstons' musicale. I thought you'd be interested in that.
gpt
Let me off, Nan, that's a good fellow, pleaded Keith, whose weariness had vanished.
human
I'd be delighted to go at any other time. But this is too rich. I must see what the gang has to say.
gpt
I suppose I could drop Ben Sansome a note,
human
Do! Send the Chink around with it, urged Keith, rising.
gpt
I'll get a bite downtown and not bother you.