human
Alex, said Edith,
gpt
I was up at your orange-lots to-day and the sour oranges are dropping to the ground, while they cannot get lemons for our sick soldiers.
human
That's my kind, considerate wife, replied Mr. D.
gpt
Why didn't I think of that before? Jim shall fill some barrels to-morrow and take them to the hospitals as a present from you.