human
I'll be moving along early in the morning,
gpt
Oh, but you mustn't do anything of the kind! Augusta objected warmly.
human
Why, we'd just feel that we had driven you out of your beautiful camp.
gpt
The camp's here all the year, for anybody. 'Tis a sugar bush, don't you see. Nobody comes here only very late in the fall, to cut wood for the sugar boiling, and then again when the winter's breaking up. But for them two little times, a man might stay here the year round and nobody be a whit the wiser.
human
Our horse is tired, said Augusta,
gpt
You may stay on in welcome, the whole year if it suits you. The truth of the whole is, I--