human
The moon is up, she said dreamily.
gpt
And the waves are like the Sierra Mountains gone mad and reeling drunkenly in their purple-and-black mystery, with the foam like the snows that the yellow sun never melts. The air is like wine. I am glad he kissed me.
human
Oh, Peaches, Peaches! Who kissed you?
gpt
Dick, she replied.
human
Somebody had to kiss somebody on a night like this, and it just happened to be us. Don't worry, it really isn't important. I never lose my head, though between ourselves I sometimes wish I could. When I do I'll marry the clever man. But I've never met him yet, and sometimes that makes me sad. I want to be in love. Really in love. Don't you?
gpt
I do not dwell upon such subjects,
human
Oh, yes you do! said Peaches imperturbably.
gpt
Everyone does! Even cows and birds and Chinese cooks. But some of us, like you, don't have much luck, and some, like me, have a trick played on them by Nature that ruins everything.
human
How so, my dear?
gpt
I'm too tall! said Peaches in a sudden burst of indignation at fate.
human
I'd have to lean over to spoon with anybody I ever met! My shoulder is the highest and therefore the handiest! My hand is generally the biggest! Oh, Lord! How can a girl love a man she has to bend down to kiss?