human
I’m sorry it happens so, Ann, but
gpt
Oh now, don’t say you won’t come, Loviny. Fetch the young man along and welcome.
human
Hush, don’t say a word. It is Mr. Van Tassel’s son. You remember. I’ll make it up to you sometime,—I mean you’ll make it up to me. You see it can’t be helped. Now don’t coax me, that’s a good girl; I can’t possibly come, and don’t be mad with me, Ann, you see just how it is,