human
Poor, tired boy!
gpt
Much left, Miss Golden?
human
I think I'll be through in about two hours.
gpt
Oh, Lord! I can't let you stay that late.
human
It doesn't matter. Really! I'll be glad. I haven't had to stay late much.
gpt
You will not be a little fool--he isn't interested in you, and you won't try to make him be, either!
human
Why, you look as fagged as I feel, he said.
gpt
I suppose I'm as bad as the rest. I kick like a steer when the Old Man shoves some extra work on me, and then I pass the buck and make _you_ stay late. Say! Tell you what we'll do. Very sweet to her was his
human
and his intimacy of tone.
gpt
I'll start copying, too. I'm quite considerable at machine-pounding myself, and we can get the thing done and mailed by six-thirty or so, and then I'll buy you a handsome dinner at Childs's. Gosh! I'll even blow you to a piece of pie; and I'll shoot you up home by quarter to eight. Great stuff! Gimme a copy of the drool. Meanwhile you'll have a whole hour for worried maiden thoughts over going out to eat with the bad, crazy Wally Babson!
human
Oh, I oughtn't to go out with him.... But I will!... What nonsense! Why shouldn't I have dinner with him.... Oh, I mustn't--I'm a typist and he's a boss.... But I will!