human
Tell me, demanded Mr. Merry, who--seeing that no other escort offered for her--had given his angry lady his own arm,
gpt
Yonder is the President of the United States, sir, said Meriwether Lewis.
human
He with whom you shook hands is the President. He stands at the head of his table, and you are welcome if you like. He asks you to enter.
gpt
Impossible! said he.
human
I do not understand--it cannot be! That man--that extraordinary man in breeches and slippers yonder--it cannot be he asks us to sit at table with him! He _cannot_ be the President of the United States!
gpt
None the less he is, Mr. Merry!
human
Good Heavens!