human
You don't mean to say you've finished your supper, Hope, exclaimed Mrs. Van Rensselaer, as the girl settled herself comfortably in the dark corner.
gpt
She turned to Jim McCullen, who put his head inside the tent:
human
You see, Mr. McCullen, that good, hard, patient endeavor brings its own reward! I wouldn't miss this for worlds!
gpt
I'm very glad to hear it, ma'am, replied old Jim politely.
human
Reckon you'll sleep pretty well out there to-night, no misquitoes er nothin' to bother you. The tent's all ready fer you folks any time. Plenty o' blankets an' it'll be a warmer night'n usual. Well, so long!
gpt
Why, he's going away!