human
Don't forget us when again you are in Johnstown,
gpt
What a witching night, she exclaimed mischievously,
human
I mark it all, said I, laughing,
gpt
I meant a sweeter love,
human
There is no sweeter love, said I, still laughing,
gpt
Whither do you ride, Jack?
human
Homeward.
gpt
To Fonda's Bush?
human
Yes.
gpt
Directly home?
human
I have a comrade---- said I.
gpt
He awaits me on the Mayfield Road.
human
Why do you ride by Mayfield?
gpt
Because he waits for me there.
human
Why, Jack?
gpt
He has friends to visit----
human
At Mayfield?
gpt
At Pigeon-Wood,
human
More gallantry! she said, tossing her head.
gpt
But young men must have their fling, and I am not jealous of Betsy Browse or of her pretty sister, so that you ride not toward Caughnawaga----
human
What?
gpt
To see this rustic beauty, Penelope Grant----
human
Have I not refused to seek her for you?
gpt
Yes, but not for yourself, Jack! Curiosity killed a cat and started a young man on his travels!