human
I will wait, Betty, he said presently;
gpt
Oh, I--I don't know--not for a long time yet. Then, regaining her old, saucy air, and flashing into his eyes one glance, half tender, half defiant, she snatched her bridle-rein from his hand, and, with a flick of the switch across her horse's neck, rode on. As she galloped off, she looked back for an instant to say archly,
human
Spring is very beautiful; but I like autumn better, and November is my favorite month, for Thanksgiving Day comes then. No! no! do not follow me, sir, she added saucily, as he rode quickly towards her.
gpt
Your road lies straight on, pointing with her switch to where the roads forked.
human
Mine leads down this lane to Oaklands.
gpt
Very well, he answered with grave sweetness,
human
I will leave you now, but I shall remember what you have said, and hope that my own thanksgiving day may, in truth, come next November--though it is a weary while to wait.