human
Say, Brouillard, I saw one little girl to-day that didn't belong to your workmen's-family outfit, and she's a peach; came riding down the trail with her brother from that mine up on the south mountain--Massingale's, isn't it? By Jove! she fairly made my mouth water!
gpt
You are my guest, in a way, Mr. Hosford; for that reason I can't very well tell you what I think of you.