human
Shall I go back? she asked herself.
gpt
Do I want to go--now that Dad is dead, and most of the girls have gone away, scattered all over the country? Again she lapsed.
human
I'm too dull to think. She let the pictures drift again. Church sociables, a Christmas tree, dances, suppers and buggy rides, picnics by the river. How small and very far-away and trivial they now appeared. All had pointed toward New York.
gpt
Go back and marry, settle down? Do I want to? No. And anyhow, there's Joe and Susette. My place is right here--and I'm going to stay. But what is it going to mean to me? What do I want in this city now?
human
Yes, cheap and tough, for all their clothes!
gpt
Oh Amy--Amy! Where have you gone?