human
Oakley and I are going out first thing in the morning for a trial flight over the Gorilla country, I said to Gran'pa, just before we retired.
gpt
We want to get the lay of the land--and air.
human
That's the spirit, George! No grass growing under your feet, nowadays, eh?
gpt
Not a blade! I'd go to-night--if we could persuade the sun to reappear.
human
We're late, he said,
gpt
You'll have to bustle.