human
You are too practical; too unsentimental, Aunt Love,
gpt
Too unsentimental, hey? responded Miss Berry, folding her hands over the white apron that protected her striped gingham gown.
human
That’s pretty good from you. What does it mean? Have you repented o’ your singular ways, and been fallin’ in love?
gpt
Oh, yes, responded the other, more seriously; then added simply, as though stating an undeniable fact,
human
I am always falling in love.
gpt
Then why don’t you get married? asked Miss Lovina bluntly.
human
I haven’t heard a thing about you in so long, I didn’t know but what you was married, only I hadn’t received any cake. I didn’t believe you’d forget me.
gpt
No, said Page.
human
If I could be as loyal to any girl as I am to you, Aunt Love, I should certainly ask her if she would have me.
gpt
But if you fall in love?
human
The trouble is I don’t stay in love, explained Page with simple sincerity.
gpt
I can’t help forgetting about the young lady in a little while. It really makes me blue sometimes. Now this summer at Bar Harbor I met a girl who was remarkably pleasant. Pretty, clever, a good talker. Her tastes and mine coincided. My mind was full of her when I left the place.
human
Have you heard from her since?
gpt
Oh yes. I have sent her candy and flowers and books from time to time,
human
Then you write to each other?
gpt
Yes, oh yes, we do—yes. Come to think of it, though, Page gave a short uncomfortable laugh,
human
I believe I never answered her last letter. I’ve forgotten. I must look it up when I get back to town, if I can remember it. Aunt Love, brightening,
gpt
Child! You haven’t had any supper!
human
Yes I have, but I want a cookie.
gpt
Then I’ll get it for you.
human
No, no; that would spoil everything.
gpt
There ain’t a bit o’ light in there,
human
That was the condition of things when my aim for the cookies used to be most unerring,