human
I only came, she lisped to Strange, as they sat one day, under the parrot's chaperonage, in the shady corner of the patio--
gpt
I only came because when dear mamma died there was nothing else for me to do. Everything happened so unfortunately, do you see? Mamma died, and my stepfather went blind, and really I had no home. Of course that doesn't matter so much while I'm in mourning--I mean, not having a home--but I simply _must_ go back to New York next autumn, in order to 'come out.'
human
Who is Miriam?
gpt
Aren't you 'out' enough already?
human
Do you see? she began to explain, with the quaint air of practical wisdom he adored in her,
gpt
I'm not out at all--and I'm nearly nineteen. Dear mamma fretted over it as it was--and if she knew it hadn't been done yet--Well something must be managed, but I don't know what. It isn't as if Miriam could do anything about it, though she's a great deal older than I am, and has seen a lot of social life at Washington and in England. But she's out of the question. Dear mamma would never have allowed it. And she's no relation to me, besides.
human
Who is Miriam?