human
I say, began young Pennington, conversationally,
gpt
Yes, chimed in Lora Sayre,
human
But suppose I want to go, said Patty, bravely trying to treat the subject lightly;
gpt
Suppose the moon is made of green pumpkins! scoffed Jack.
human
You don't want to go at all, and you know it! And then, think of the girls,--and boys,--you leave behind you! Your departure is a national calamity. We mourn our loss!
gpt
We do so! agreed Beatrice.
human
Why, Patty, I'm going to have a house party next week, and we'll have lots of fun going on. Can't you wait over for that?
gpt
No, I can't, and Patty spoke a little shortly, for these gay plans made her long more than ever to stay at Spring Beach.
human
So don't let's talk any more about me. Tell me about the Pageant,--will it be fine?
gpt
Oh, yes, said Jack,
human
No, it isn't going to be like that, said Lora.
gpt
They've given up that plan. It's going to be ever so much nicer than that! They're going to have--
human
Don't tell me! cried Patty, laughing, as she clapped her hands over her ears.
gpt
I'd rather not hear about it! I suppose you'll be queen of it, whatever it is, Lora?
human
I'll have a chance at it, if you're not here! That's the only comfort about your going away. Somebody else can be the Belle of Spring Beach for a time.