human
Come in, dear Cousin Peace, cried Wythie, kissing her lovingly as soon as Rob gave her a chance.
gpt
Mardy is upstairs resting and writing letters. I wonder how long it will take us to get used to the luxury--the unspeakable delight--of seeing Mardy rest, and knowing that Lydia is in the kitchen doing the work!
human
Blackening the stove particularly, added Rob.
gpt
I find now that, on the whole, I hated most of all to blacken the stove.
human
Well, I find that what I hated most was what I happened to be doing,
gpt
You're not to think that we are living in idleness, Cousin Peace, Wythie said, as they led the gentle Cousin Charlotte into the house.
human
There's only one of Lydia, and one person can't do it all, but it is such a relief to have 'help'!
gpt
There's enough to be done in any house; I understand, lassies, said Miss Charlotte.
human
But you were tired lassies, and I am more glad than you know to see your burdens lifted--still more glad for your mother, because I know how happy Sylvester would be--is--to see her resting.
gpt
Oh, I know that, too, Cousin Peace! cried Rob.
human
I know how Patergrey felt about 'pretty Mary Winslow,' as he called her to me, having had a hard life because she married him. I'm beginning almost to be glad--though I miss him most of us all--that he won his fight just as he did; I know he would have chosen it so.
gpt
And I'm beginning to feel as though he had not gone away at all, said Wythie, softly;
human
I can understand that, dear Wythie,
gpt
Aunt Azraella is coming over to luncheon, and to teach Lydia her famous short-cake, said Rob, after a little pause, as they halted before their mother's door.
human
She does make wonderful strawberry short-cake, and we are going to stun the Baldwins with it. And she's quite a different Aunt Azraella. She has such a respect for bonds and stocks and coupons, and such little appurtenances, that she regards us through the rose-colored glasses of an invested fifty thousand dollars. She never criticises us--you see we can afford to do what we please--and her respectful manner to me beggars description. Oswyth is nowhere now; flighty Roberta is her favorite niece, all because of my obstinacy and defiance of her opinion! But I stand for the source of gold, and she regards me no longer as fighting 'Bobs,' but as a sort of Kimberley.
gpt
Oh, Rob! exclaimed Wythie,