human
Julia is a Carey chicken after all, Gilbert,
gpt
But she's Uncle Allan's chicken, and I'm Captain Carey's eldest son.
human
That's the very note I should strike if I were you, his mother responded,
gpt
Well, he said,
human
I don't want to be selfish, and if the girls say yes, I'll have to fall in; but it isn't logic, all the same, to ask a sixth to share what isn't enough for five.
gpt
I agree with you there, Gilly! smiled his mother.
human
The only question before the council is, does logic belong at the top, in the scale of reasons why we do certain things? If we ask Julia to come, she will have to 'fall into line,' as you say, and share the family misfortunes as best she can.
gpt
She's a regular shirk, and always was.
human
She would never come at all if she guessed her cousins' opinion of her, that is very certain!
gpt
Now, mother, look me in the eye and speak the whole truth, asked Nancy.
human
Frankly then, I do not! But, she continued,
gpt
I do not like several of the remarks that have been made at this council, yet I manage to bear them.
human
Of course I shan't call Julia smug and conceited to her face, asserted Nancy encouragingly.
gpt
I hope that her bosom friend Gladys Ferguson has disappeared from view. The last time Julia visited us, Kitty and I got so tired of Gladys Ferguson's dresses, her French maid, her bedroom furniture, and her travels abroad, that we wrote her name on a piece of paper, put it in a box, and buried it in the back yard the minute Julia left the house. When you write, mother, tell Julia there's a piece of breast for her, but not a mouthful of my drumstick goes to Gladys Ferguson.
human
Then it goes on thus,