human
I just can't do it, Aunt Lucinda. I never in this world can room with that girl and be happy. Joy Cross! Who ever heard of such a name? It's plain to be seen which she'll be. A cross, all right!
gpt
Anybody would know to look at her she couldn't be a joy! Did you notice how she shook hands, Aunt Lucinda?
human
That will do, Blue Bonnet. It is very unjust to criticize people you don't know. Appearances are often deceiving. Miss Cross may prove a delightful companion--
gpt
Oh, no, Aunt Lucinda. She couldn't--not with that nose. It's the long thin kind--the kind that pokes into everything. And her eyes! Did you notice her eyes? They're that awfully light kind of blue--they look so cold and unfeeling; and she was so--so--un-cordial when Mrs. Goodwin said I was to room with her. She wasn't even polite. She didn't say she was glad, or that would be nice or--she didn't say anything--
human
There wasn't time to say much,
gpt
Grandmother says there is always time for courtesy,
human
Nothing can be done at present, Blue Bonnet. You heard Mrs. Goodwin say that all the rooms are taken. Perhaps some change can be made later--but now--
gpt
Now, I shall just have to take up my cross and bear it, of course; but I sha'n't cling to it a minute longer than I have to, you may be sure of that.