human
If they can only have good weather the coming winter, he went on,
gpt
Jack, said Page, in a low tone,
human
Mrs. Van Tassel and Miss Bryant are with that party.
gpt
No! Why, I didn’t see them.
human
Yes. Mrs. Van Tassel has some kind of a gray and white dress on, and Miss Bryant
gpt
I want to get out of here, then.
human
Is it your intention to play the role of Indian toward those ladies the rest of your life?
gpt
No, nothing of the kind, returned Van Tassel uncomfortably.
human
I am more willing to see them than they probably are to see me. I don’t blame Clover, if she chooses never to meet me again. I suppose she remembers as clearly as I do some of the last things I said to her. Whew! for in changing their positions one member of the party had stepped back into plain sight,
gpt
That was Miss Bryant,
human
No, no. You didn’t see the one I meant. Splendid creature; carried her head as though the Fair was built expressly for her.
gpt
Yes, that was Miss Bryant. I have met her a number of times. Perhaps I had better go over and speak to her.
human
Don’t think of it till I am out of the way, and Jack grasped his cousin’s arm.
gpt
That, Mildred? Milly _Bryant_?