human
When you see Jules, ask him to show you the goats that chewed up the cushions of the pony cart, the day we had our Thanksgiving barbecue in the garden. I fairly ache to be with you. Please write me a good long letter and tell me what you are doing; and whenever you hear the nightingales in Madame's garden, and the cathedral bells tolling out across the Loire, think of your loving JOYCE.
gpt
Let's do those things to-morrow, exclaimed Lloyd, as she folded the letter and slipped it back into its envelope.
human
I don't want to waste time on any old châteaux with the Gate of the Giant Scissors just across the river, that we haven't seen yet.
gpt
I have heard about that gate ever since we left America, said Mr. Forbes, laughingly.
human
Nobody has taken the trouble to inform me why it is so important, or why it was selected for a meeting-place. Somebody owes me an explanation.
gpt
It's only an old gate with a mammoth pair of scissors swung on a medallion above it, said Mr. Sherman.
human
They were put there by a half-crazy old man who built the place, by the name of _Ciseaux_. Joyce Ware spent a winter in sight of it, and she came back with some wonderful tale about the scissors being the property of a prince who went around doing all sorts of impossible things with them. I believe the girls have actually come to think that the scissors are enchanted.
gpt
Oh, Papa Jack, stop teasin'! said the Little Colonel.
human
You know we don't!
gpt
If it is really settled that we are to go there to-morrow, I want to hear the story, said Cousin Carl.
human
I make a practice of reading the history of a place before I visit it, so I'll have to know the story of the gate in order to take a proper interest in it.
gpt
Come into the parlour, said Mrs. Sherman rising.
human
Betty will tell us.
gpt
Wouldn't you like to come too, and hear the fairy tale with us?