human
No, she says,
gpt
I won't ask her for it; the lady wouldn't give it to me, and I wouldn't waste my breath; but she draws near to the dog, and regards it with rapt attention. The owner of the dog is a very pretty black-eyed girl with banged hair, who prattles about herself and her dog with perfect freedom. She is staying at Cottage City, lives at Worcester, has been up to Boston to meet and bring down her dog, without which she couldn't live another minute.
human
Perhaps, she says,
gpt
Why do we mourn departed friends?