human
The Call of the Sidhe to the Children.
gpt
I was told to see you about these. They're only four dollars a dozen, and the smallest school children love 'em. Miss Abigail straightened herself with difficulty. She had been weeding the gladiolus bed.
human
Four dollars, she mused,
gpt
I was going to put four dollars into rose-bushes this fall. She put out a strong, earth-stained old hand and took the chair. Her affection for her native Greenford began to rise through her life-long thrift, a mental ferment not unusual with her. Finally,
human
All right, she said;
gpt
Wait a minute, she called to the agent. As he paused, she made a swift calculation.
human
I don't believe I want a dozen, she said, much surprised.
gpt
I can't think of that many little ones. The agent took his notebook.
human
How many?
gpt
We don't need any! she cried.
human
There ain't a child in school under eleven.
gpt
Take some now and have them handy,
human
Good Lord of Love! she cried.
gpt
There ain't a single one comin' up to sit on those chairs if I should buy 'em!
human
Why, what's comin' to Greenford!