human
Halloo, mother, what brings you here?
gpt
Gwendoline, I have come to warn you back. You cannot enter; you have not got the key.
human
The key, mother?
gpt
Yes, everyone who would pass within must have his or her own key.
human
Well, where am I to get one?
gpt
It must be forged for you, Gwen. You are wholly unfit to enter. What good have you ever done to deserve it?
human
Why, mother, everyone knows I'm an awfully good sort.
gpt
No one in here knows it. That is no qualification.
human
And I always dressed in good taste.
gpt
Nor is that.
human
And I was splendid at lawn tennis.
gpt
Look here, little mummy. I won a brooch at the archery match.
human
That will not do, Gwendoline. What good have you ever done to anyone else beside yourself?
gpt
I put into a raffle at a bazaar--no, it was a bran-pie for an orphanage--and I drew out a pair of braces. I had rare fun over those braces, I sold them to Captain Fitzakerly for half a crown, and that I gave to the charity.
human
You went for what you could get, not what you could give.