human
Mamsey, Donelle suddenly exclaimed one night,
gpt
I want you to take off those horrid old man-things. Let us burn them.
human
What’s the matter with them?
gpt
They’re ugly and they’re smelly. This was true.
human
Besides, they hide you and most folks wouldn’t find you. They go with your scrouchy frown, here Donelle mimicked Jo’s most forbidding manner,
gpt
But of course now I can always find you, Mamsey. I just say to the thing you put up in front of you, ’Get out of the way’ and then I see you, my kind, my dear, faithful, blessed Mamsey, shining!
human
You’re a beautiful Mamsey when you don’t hide. I suppose my father could find you, and that’s why he wanted to bring me to you. Mamsey, did you love my father?