human
Mother
gpt
Madame Pitou can't utter another word,
human
She has had some secret on the tip of her tongue all day, said Madeleine, who was so like Barbe that she might have been an elder sister; though the sole tie between the two was residence in the same village.
gpt
Don't you remember how she kept saying in the train?--'Now, little ones, ask Sainte Barbe to be kind to you. She'll hear your prayers a kilometer away, even though you whisper them.'
human
Yes, and Mama would have liked us to begin singing a hymn when we started from the foot of the hill, but she thought Monsieur Ingersoll and Monsieur Tollemache would only be amused,
gpt
They would certainly have been amused before Madame Pitou reached the top, singing!
human
Is it possible that I shall ever be as stout as Mama?
gpt
Ah, Mignonne, now you know the form your petition to Sainte Barbe must take,
human
It's all very well for you, Yvonne, to chaff us smaller ones, pouted Madeleine.
gpt
You're tall, and slim, and fair, and you carry yourself like the pretty American ladies who come to Pont Aven in the season, the ladies who wear such simple clothes, and hardly look a year older than their daughters, and walk leagues in men's boots, and play tennis before _déjeuner_. Of course you can't help being elegant. You're American yourself.
human
Sometimes I think I am more Breton than American,
gpt
Yes, everyone says that, agreed Barbe loyally.
human
Next year, Yvonne, they'll make you Queen of the Gorse.