human
Yes, she said,
gpt
I heard about them. Henry has just told me that Mr. Brotherton said the Adamses are going to sell their home and give it to the miners' widows. Isn't it foolish? It's all they've got in the world, too! Still, really nothing is strange in that family. You know, I boarded with them one winter when I taught the Prospect School. Henry says they want to do something for the laboring people,
human
Yes--queer folks--trying to make a whistle--
gpt
Out of a pig's tail,
human
Well, I don't know that I would say exactly a pig's tail, he returned, bracketing his words with his most engaging smile,
gpt
The whole labor trouble, it seems to me, lies in this whistle trade. A smattering of education has made labor dissatisfied. The laboring people are trying to get out of their place, and as a result we have strikes and lawlessness and disrespect for courts, and men going around and making trouble in industry by 'doing something for labor.'
human
Yes, she replied,
gpt
How handsome you are--you man--you great, strong, masterful man with your brown ulster and brown hat and brown tie, and silken, black mustache. To which his eyes replied,
human
And you--you are superb, and such lips and such teeth,
gpt
Yes--I believe that the laborer in the mines, for instance, doesn't care so much about what we would consider hardship. It's natural to him. It would be hard for us, but he gets used to it! Now, the smelter men in that heat and fumes--they don't seem to mind it. The agonizing is done largely by these red-mouthed agitators who never did a lick of work in their lives.
human
That's all right: I didn't mind that a bit. But her lips said:
gpt
That's what I tell Mr. Fenn, and, anyway, the work's got to be done and cultivated people can't do it. It's got to be done by the ignorant and coarse and those kind of people.
human
of people and she wondered what was wrong. But it was only for a moment that they flinched. Then they told her eyes how fine and desirable she looked, and she replied eyewise with a droop such as the old wolf might have used in replying to Red Riding Hood,
gpt
The better to eat you, my child. Then his voice spoke; his soft, false, vain, mushy voice, and asked casually:
human
By the way, speaking of Mr. Fenn--how is Henry? I don't see him much now since he's quit the law and gone into real estate.
gpt
Oh, I guess he's all right,
human
You ought to get him out more--come over some night and we'll make a hand at whist. Mrs. Van Dorn isn't much of a player, but like all poor players, she enjoys it.
gpt
Yes, indeed--I don't play so well, but we'll come, and the eyes answered: That is a fair promise, and I'll be so happy. Then they flashed quickly: But Mrs. Van Dorn must arrange it. He replied:
human
I'll tell Mrs. Van Dorn you like whist, and she and you can arrange the evening.
gpt
George, how is Henry Fenn doing--really?