human
Mr. Alavero, the official said, introducing Hamilton,
gpt
The schedule work is all done, he said,
human
It is real editorial work, then!
gpt
I think, said the chief dryly,
human
If you like, he said,
gpt
This is a considerable change, Mr. Alavero, said Hamilton the following morning, when he found himself at a table littered with maps and drawings of the island, with papers in Spanish and English, with reports and circulars containing pictures of the sub-tropical landscapes and towns of Porto Rico.
human
I have been doing nothing but Alaska for a month past.
gpt
Too cold! the Porto Rican cried, with a shrug of the shoulders.
human
I was in Washington this last winter and I thought I should die of freezing.
gpt
You are from Porto Rico yourself, Mr. Alavero?
human
I was never away from the island at all, was the reply,
gpt
Why?
human
Porto Rican coffee is the finest in the world, the editor answered with a graphic gesture,
gpt
Is coffee the principal crop down there? queried the boy.
human
I notice that nearly half these papers and books deal with coffee plantations.
gpt
It is still, but not as it once was, the Porto Rican answered.
human
Sugar and tobacco are the other big crops.
gpt
Coffee is easy to grow, isn't it? asked the boy.
human
It doesn't want all the attention that cotton does?
gpt
After a grove is well-established, no, though we prune a great deal; but sugar, yes. That's not such an obstacle though. There is plenty of labor on the island.
human
Isn't the bulk of the island colored?
gpt
No, no, no, answered the Porto Rican, shaking his finger in emphatic denial,
human
He smiled.
gpt
We are a most peaceful people.