human
We could get along so much faster, if every one was pleasant, sighed Rosemary to her brother.
gpt
Fannie Mears has a dozen pin-cushions to make and she made twelve of us promise to take one and finish it for the fancy-work table; and then she wouldn't help iron the napkins for the cake plates. She said it wasn't her table and she didn't intend to waste her time. Harriet Reed heard her and she was so mad she ripped up the pincushion she had just sewed and the sewing teacher found it in the waste-basket and she says Harriet has to buy material to replace the stuff she tore and she can't go home after school to-morrow until she has made another pincushion.
human
Well, I don't think Harriet helped her cause much,
gpt
Well Fannie Mears is too mean, said Rosemary.
human
It isn't a very nice thing to say, Hugh--
gpt
Then don't say it, dear, he countered promptly.
human
Don't gossip, Rosemary. I know of nothing harder on the nerves and temper than a fair, and if you can keep cheerful and serene and not quarrel with your friends and above all, don't talk about them in their absence, you will have done better than most fair workers twice your age.