human
No! he said presently;
gpt
I’m going to give you your chance, Mam’selle, that is, if you give me all your money.
human
You said—two hundred!
gpt
But winter is near and there is Cecile. Captain, will you leave me a bit to begin on?
human
Well, now, let us see. How about our building up your wood pile; starting you in with potatoes, pork, and the like and leaving say twenty-five dollars in the teapot? How about that, eh?
gpt
Will you write it down and sign?
human
You’re sharp, devilishly sharp, Mam’selle. How about being good friends instead of hard drivers of bargains?
gpt
You must write it out and sign, Captain. We’ll be better friends for that.
human
I’ll sign! he finally agreed,
gpt
It’s no play, Captain, as you will see.