human
That's it. Girls nowadays think 't fine clothes 'll make 'em happy. An imported waist costs more'n one made in Waloo an' it keeps a girl strong enough to work for the silk stockin's she's got to have, she said with scorn.
gpt
I don't wonder there's so many bach'lors when I figure how much money it costs now to dress a girl.
human
Is that why men are bachelors? asked astonished Mary Rose.
gpt
Mr. Jerry is a bachelor, his Aunt Mary told him so right in front of me. She doesn't like it in him. And Mr. Strahan's one and Jimmie Bronson and Mr. Wells and Mr. Jarvis. Why, what a lot of bachelors are right under this very roof!
human
That's just it, laughed Mrs. Donovan.
gpt
There's Mr. Jerry now. Mary Rose ran to the window to wave her hand to her friend as he drove his car up the alley. Solomon was with him and he looked quite as well on the front seat as Mr. Jerry had hoped he would.
human
I could have asked him if that was why he was a bachelor if he hadn't gone away.
gpt
Mary Rose, she suddenly put her arm around the small shoulders beside her.
human
Do you know I've never seen George Washington.
gpt
You haven't? Mary Rose twisted around and looked up into her face.
human
Oh, you must see him. He's such a wonderful cat. But I can't bring him here. It's against the law, you know. Would you--Oh, would you!--come across the alley and see him in his boarding house? You know he's only a cat, she explained slowly as if she were afraid that Miss Thorley might expect to find George Washington something more.
gpt
But he's wonderful just the same. He earns his own board, every single drop. Mr. Jerry's Aunt Mary said so.
human
I've never seen a self-supporting cat, Miss Thorley laughed.
gpt
I should love to meet George Washington.