human
Polly, Mr. Murray says, the next morning, at the late breakfast,
gpt
Oh, ejaculates Miss Murray, with a regretful emphasis,
human
It has not come down. Briggs will be here presently with all personal matters.
gpt
Hillo! exclaims Murray, glancing up.
human
Why, Haviland will be back in about a fortnight! See here, Grandon, can you run out to Chicago with me? The word is favorable, I must go to the city to-day, Polly.
gpt
Why not let Miss Murray remain here, if she is not homesick?
human
I am afraid we shall trespass on a most generous hospitality.