human
How lovely she is,
gpt
How handsome your dear old aunt is, said Randy to Helen, as they walked along the upper hall.
human
Her hair is like the frost, and her eyes just twinkle, twinkle, like stars when the night is cold.
gpt
Why, what a pretty thought, said Helen.
human
Aunt Marcia was a great beauty, and a portrait of her when she was presented at court, hangs in the drawing-room. Sometimes I think she is even handsomer now, with her fine gray eyes and waving hair. If you are pleased with her, Randy, I assure you that she is delighted with you; and now here we are at the room which is to be yours while you are with us.
gpt
Oh, what a lovely room, cried Randy.
human
Roses, pink roses on the walls, and real roses in the vase on my table, and such a dear little bed. Why, the quilt has roses on it, too! 'Tis like a fairy tale, and makes me feel like a princess. Oh, if mother and father and little Prue could see--
gpt
Not a tear to-night, Randy dear, said Helen,
human
Well, I'll write the little note now, that they may receive it as soon as possible.
gpt
And when it is written, come down to the hall where I will meet you, and when we have given the note to Thomas, we will have dinner.
human
Dinner! said Randy,
gpt
In the city we have dinner at six, and lunch at one, and never a supper at all, said Helen, smiling at Randy's frank look of surprise.
human
To-night dinner will be later, because your train was delayed, and I wished you to have time for your note.