human
Santa Clara fruit! said Mr. Pegg in the same tone in which Euphemia might have said
gpt
Those common people!
human
Yes! nodded Peaches.
gpt
Wait until you have a San Bernardino melon, Free!
human
Can it be possible that California is divided against itself?
gpt
You said it! spoke up Richard, the chauffeur, who had doffed his uniform and imperceptibly slipped back into his earlier relationship with the family, even to the point of eating with us; a fact which seemed curiously without offense.
human
You said it, Aunt Mary! Los Angeleans are the Smiths of California, and San Franciscans are the Talbots. And yet I come from Los Angeles myself.
gpt
I should say so, if I get you right! exclaimed Peaches.
human
Why, Free, southern California has nothing but the climate--absolutely nothing! While San Francisco is full of--of----
gpt
Fogs, said Richard promptly;
human
It was a fire!
gpt
Hey, you! interrupted Mr. Pegg, laying down his Kansas City paper.
human
Hey, you two--you was both raised in Oroville ever since I knew you.
gpt
But, dad, I don't want Free to get a wrong idea about the south, replied Peaches.
human
You know it's just one vast mixture of real estate and movie enterprises.
gpt
Better than living among a lot of hop pickers! retorted Dick.
human
Burning up in summer and getting your trees frozen in winter!
gpt
Thank the Lord! said Mr. Pegg reverently.
human
There is some doubt as to if I was born in Santa Monica or Oroville. It has kep' me unprejudiced, what with owning orchards in both ends of the State. Let me tell you, Miss Freedom, that our golden land is a bower and a horn of plenty from one end to the other. It is all good enough for this native son!