human
Go to the door, Gilbert; who can that be on a night like this,--although it is only eight o'clock after all! Why, it's Mr. Thurston!
gpt
Good-evening, all! he said.
human
You see I couldn't wait to thank you, Mrs. Carey! No storm could keep me away to-night.
gpt
What has mother been doing, now? asked Nancy.
human
Her right hand is forever busy, and she never tells her left hand a thing, so we children are always in the dark.
gpt
It was nothing much, said Mrs. Carey, pushing the young man gently into the high-backed rocker.
human
Mrs. Harmon, Mrs. Popham, and I simply tried to show our gratitude to Mr. Thurston for teaching our troublesome children.
gpt
How did you know it was my birthday?
human
Didn't you write the date in Lallie Joy's book?
gpt
True, I did; and forgot it long ago; but I have never had my birthday noticed before, and I am twenty-four!
human
It was high time, then!
gpt
But what did mother do?
human
She took my forlorn, cheerless room and made it into a home for me, said Thurston.
gpt
Perhaps she wanted me to stay in it a little more, and bother her less! At any rate she has created an almost possible rival to the Yellow House!