human
This evens things up a little, doesn't it? I know a little more about it now--you must realize that, if you are keeping track of me--and I know you are--you would--even from another world. Things aren't fair--they aren't. That you should have to suffer all you did, to bring you to that pass--while I--But I know a good deal about it now--really I do. And I'm going to know more. I didn't sell a single book to-day. You had lots of such days, didn't you? Poor--pale--tired--heartsick--heartbroken girl!
gpt
I wonder how many people ever let a person who is selling something at the door get into the house. And if they let her in, do they ever, _ever_ ask her to sit down? The places where I've stood, telling them about the book, while they were telling me they didn't want it--stood and stood--and stood--with great easy chairs in sight! Oh, that chair in my doctor's office--it was the first chair I'd sat in that whole morning. I went to sleep in it, I think.
human
His hair is red--red, like mine. I think that's why his heart is so warm. Yet her heart is warm, too, and her hair is almost black. The other man's hair was pretty dark, too, and his heart seemed--well, not exactly cold. Did he send me some daffodils the other day? I can't seem to remember. It seems as if I had seen some--pretty things--lovely, springy things. Perhaps Mrs.--the red-headed doctor's wife--queer I can't think of their names--perhaps she sent them. It would be like her.