human
Where are you going?
gpt
Over to St. Pierre, to mail a Special Delivery letter for Uncle Teddy,
human
Do you need any help getting it over?
gpt
Why, yes, said the Captain, laughing,
human
Hadn't you better wear your sweater? asked the Captain, looking rather doubtfully at Hinpoha's low-necked and short-sleeved middy.
gpt
There's a raw wind today and cutting against it will make it worse.
human
I'm not a bit cold, she replied carelessly.
gpt
I always go like this; even in lots colder weather. I'm so hardened down to it that I never catch cold. Besides, we're not going to be out after dark, are we? You're just going straight over to St. Pierre and back?
human
That's all, said the Captain.
gpt
Just to mail this letter and buy some alcohol for Uncle Teddy and some peanuts for the chippies. Hadn't ought to take more than an hour and a half altogether.