human
I knew that letter'd fetch you! she chuckled.
gpt
Sort o' pitiful, wasn't it? People were mighty surprised to hear you were coming back. But not me. You're not so hard-shelled as you try to be, girlie!
human
Chick as it can be, she pronounced approvingly.
gpt
I certainly am glad you're not high-brow enough yet to neglect your looks. No woman on earth is smart enough to be able to wear a hat that don't become her.
human
There's a love of a hat in my trunk for you, laughed Joan, a weight lifting from her heart. (She decided that her hasty and dangerous journey had been a wild-goose chase so far as her step-mother was concerned. This was not her idea of a death-bed interview.)
gpt
A black crêpe poke with a white lining, Effie May. Paris still does her mourning 'chickly'--poor Paris!
human
I might be trying it on when the doctor comes.... Oh, yes, dearie, he's taking notice! Her several chins quivered with mirth.
gpt
But nothing doing. My heart's in the grave with Major--And Calloway, she added, dreamily.
human
I been thinking about the two of 'em so much lately that I declare I get 'em sort of mixed in my mind!