human
That _was_ a wonderful sermon, Annabel, she said as they left the church.
gpt
Dear me, how I do wish Mr. Blake could sit under the Bishop for a while. I wonder if he ever heard him. I daresay he hasn't. He's what Grandmother calls a 'dyed in the wool Presbyterian.'
human
Cheer up! You don't have to listen to him often,
gpt
No, that's true. But _think_ of Grandmother and Aunt Lucinda! They've been listening to him for most twenty years.
human
Oh, well, 'habit's a cable,' Annabel quoted glibly.
gpt
It jerks us along and we get into the way of thinking we like things whether we do or not. I daresay your aunt dotes on him.
human
Aunt Lucinda isn't--well--she isn't just the doting kind, Annabel; but I don't suppose she'd trade Mr. Blake for the Bishop if she could. Loyalty's the backbone of Aunt Lucinda. She's very fond of Sarah, too. By the way, did I tell you that Grandmother and Aunt Lucinda are coming up to spend a few days of the spring vacation with me? Aunt Lucinda has a lot of shopping to do, and Grandmother loves a little change. They've asked Sarah Blake to come with them. I wish the rest of the girls could come. Wouldn't it be fun if the Lambs could meet the We Are Sevens?
gpt
Oh, lovely, Blue Bonnet! I'm quite wild to see Kitty Clark. I'm real jealous of her. She's your best friend, isn't she?
human
Kitty's a dear, she said;
gpt
Annabel! I know what I'm going to do! Alec said that Uncle Cliff was coming at Easter. I'll write to him this very afternoon and ask him to invite the We Are Sevens up here for a day or two just before vacation begins--just the day before--and give us, the Lambs and the We Are Sevens, a party. Maybe a matinee party with a dinner at the Copley Plaza afterward.
human
Oh, Blue Bonnet! _Do_ you think he would? That would be heavenly.
gpt
He'd adore to do it. I am sure.