human
I wonder what would become of poor Elvira if Mrs. Winslow hadn't the little grey house as a safety-valve? thought Mrs. Grey, but what she said aloud was what she always said under these circumstances:
gpt
After all, Elvira is a good, devoted creature, Azraella.
human
Yes; I suppose I can't do better in Fayre than to keep her, said Aunt Azraella, responding in the set form to this liturgical remark.
gpt
I must go back, or she will have a chicken broiled for my supper. I told her I didn't want it, but she always does something of that sort when I have been annoyed. Send Prue up for some blackberries to-morrow, Mary. I have enough to let you have some for jam--possibly for cordial, too.
human
Thank you; good-by, Azraella,
gpt
Oh, dear, said Wythie, coming back and sitting flat on the floor beside the chair, now nearly done, in an attitude eloquent of exhaustion, if not despair.
human
I really think, Mardy, if we could emigrate, we ought to; it's enough to turn a saint into a tiger to have such visits so often.
gpt
They used to turn saints into tigers in the Colosseum very frequently in the early Christian era,
human
I think I'll leave the gimp till another day, said Mrs. Grey, straightening herself with difficulty, and drawing a long breath as she put her hand to her aching back.
gpt
As to emigrating, Wythie, you will have to emigrate to heaven to escape annoyances. We have often agreed, you know, that Aunt Azraella is not wholly a trial; we shall enjoy her blackberries, for instance. I wish Rob could remember that she is utterly devoid of a sense of humor, and that people of that unfortunate sort usually resent nonsense as a personal affront. Mercy! What's that?
human
Prue!