human
Let's scoot into that little wood, said Marjorie, seizing Dona by the arm.
gpt
It looks quiet, and we can sit down and talk. Well, how are you getting on? D'you like it so far?
human
I hate it! But then, you know, I never expected to like it. You should see my room-mates!
gpt
You should just see mine!
human
They can't be as bad as mine.
gpt
I'll guarantee they're worse. But go on and tell about yours.
human
There's Mona Kenworthy, sighed Dona.
gpt
She looked over all my clothes as I put them away in my drawers, and said they weren't as nice as hers, and that she'd never dream of wearing a camisole unless it was trimmed with real lace. She twists her hair in Hinde's wavers every night, and keeps a pot of complexion cream on her dressing-table. She always uses stephanotis scent that she gets from one special place in London, and it costs four and sixpence a bottle. She hates bacon for breakfast, and she has seventeen relations at the front. She's thin and brown, and her nose wiggles like a rabbit's when she talks.
human
I shouldn't mind her if she'd keep to her own cubicle, commented Marjorie.
gpt
Sylvia Page will overflow into mine, and I find her things dumped down on my bed. She's nicer than Irene Andrews, though; we had a squabble last night over the window. Betty Moore brought a whole box of chocolates with her, and she ate them in bed and never offered a single one to anybody else. We could hear her crunching for ages. I don't like Irene, but I agreed with her that Betty is mean!
human
Nellie Mason sleeps in the next cubicle to me, continued Dona, bent on retailing her own woes.
gpt
She snores dreadfully, and it kept me awake, though she's not so bad otherwise. Beatrice Elliot is detestable. She found that little Teddy bear I brought with me, and she sniggered and asked if I came from a kindergarten. I've calculated there are seventy-four days in this term. I don't know how I'm going to live through them until the holidays.
human
Hallo! said a cheerful voice.
gpt
Sitting weeping under the willows, are you? New girls always grouse. Miss Broadway's sent me to hunt you up and do the honours of the premises. I'm Mollie Simpson. Come along with me and I'll show you round.