human
We're all tired to death from that pageant. Let's take the _Empress_ off to Palm Beach, Crom, and have a few weeks' rest. Will you all come?
gpt
I'll come, said Mrs. Bryce promptly,
human
Good enough, old girl, but what about the Stock Exchange?
gpt
It will be here when we get back.
human
One of your partners said that Wally's week-ends began on Thursday and ended the following Tuesday. They'll never miss you, Wally,
gpt
How about you, Althea?
human
I should love it.
gpt
And you, Jerry Paxton?
human
I'm afraid you must count me out. You see----
gpt
I'll do nothing of the kind. You shall make studies for my portrait aboard the yacht and we'll stay out till you're ready to put on paint, the hostess remarked.
human
When can we start, Crom?
gpt
Day after to-morrow, if you like.
human
What will you do with our chee-ild?
gpt
Oh, bother! I forgot her. Isabelle is coming home to-morrow for three weeks. She got into a scrape and she's suspended.
human
Bring her along,
gpt
Bless you, I will. What a way to keep Isabelle quiet,
human
What a way to spoil the quiet for the rest of us!
gpt
We'll troll her along behind the yacht, if she's a nuisance,
human
Cinderella Man.