human
When do you get more snuff, Francis?
gpt
On Saturday.
human
This is Tuesday. The box is nearly full. It looks like good stuff. He paused between each sentence.
gpt
But you would bet.
human
I have emptied the box, announced Kimberly. There was no answer.
gpt
Do you want any of it back?
human
A few pinches, Francis?
gpt
Nothing.
human
That dog, continued Kimberly, rapping the box to get every grain out and perceiving the impossibility of harrying Francis in any other way,
gpt
That dog, returned Francis earnestly,
human
I fail to see it.
gpt
You will see it. The fault is in me.
human
I don’t see that either.
gpt
I ask too much of that little dog. He will learn. ’Patience, Francis,’ he says to me, ’patience; I will learn.’