human
Telephone, Miss McCormick, --the boy sang out from the booth. The opening
gpt
Hello was very short, but the voice changed oddly on the
human
Oh, Ernestine. Her whole face softened. It was another Georgia now.
gpt
Why certainly--I'll get them for you; you know I love to do things for you down town, but my dear--what in the world do you want with flower seeds this time of year? --
human
Oh--I see; planted in the fall--but the flowers that bloom in the spring--tra la.
gpt
By Jinks, --she was saying to herself--
human
It was a most opportune time for the paper bag man to telephone. He wondered why her voice was so soft, and why there was not the usual plea about being too busy when he asked her to meet him at the little Japanese place for a cup of tea.
gpt
And it's positively heroic of Joe to drink that tea,
human
Now don't go and do any fool thing, she admonished.
gpt
Don't jump at conclusions. You aren't Ernestine, and he isn't Karl. He's Joseph Tank--of all abominable names! And he makes paper bags--of all ridiculous things! Tank's Paper Bags! she guessed _not!_ Suppose in some rash moment she did marry him. People would say:
human
What business is your husband in? And she would choke down her rage and reply--
gpt
Why--why he makes paper bags!