human
Billingsgate. George was just about to repeat the expedient of a noted English wit, and call her a
gpt
Mr. George, let 'er alone; she can beat you at that every time.
human
Hiram Wardell! Well, what on earth are you doing in London?
gpt
Tryin' to find out how to get home, Mr. George. Me and Dave Hulick here ain't in London on a tour, I can tell you, and we don't want to stay here either.
human
Then it's lucky for you that my father is in the consular service here. I guess he can help you two boys. But, say, this is a funny case, isn't it? Only a year ago you fellows were taking me out fishing off Joppa, and now--How did you get here, anyhow?
gpt
Well, Mr. George, this ain't a very good place for story-telling. Can't we go where it's quiet?
human
You two boys come to my father's office with me, said George,