human
I do not call it red, she says, with a decision good to hear from the languid woman.
gpt
It is a kind of bright brown, chestnut. Mrs. McLeod's is red.
human
Auburn, my dear, retorts Mrs. Grandon mockingly.
gpt
If you are sensitively polite in the one instance, you might be so in the other. One is light red, the other dark red.
human
One is an ugly bricky red, persists Gertrude,
gpt
I call it red,
human
Very well, says the daughter, angrily,
gpt
There has been a very foolish enthusiasm about red hair, I know, but that has mostly died out,