human
Mr. Carver, announced Frances coolly, as she slipped from Starlight's back,
gpt
What's the matter?
human
One wheel missing, that's all, as if that were a slight affair.
gpt
And Mr. Carver, coaxingly,
human
Bless my soul! Mr. Carver, with an innate love of beauty, gazed admiringly at flushed cheeks and sparkling eyes,
gpt
Of course, of course! Come into the office; let me brush your dress for you, it will never do to go home that way.
human
Starlight run away?
gpt
Oh, no!