human
Joie, how _dared_ you! cried Betty, breathless with laughter, as she went upstairs with her arm about her friend.
gpt
It was Uncle Neddy to his very hands; that way he has of touching people inadvertently, as if it were quite by accident. You ought to have seen May Rossiter's face!
human
I did,
gpt
It was like old times! she cried.
human
Dear old times at school, when there weren't any men about to spoil things, and the nuns let go and had a good time like anybody!... Nobody here'll ever think of you again as just a flirt and a man-grabber! Why, do you know what that man who came in with Mrs. Jameson said? (He's a clever person, a professor or something.) He said to Mother, 'Mrs. Desmond, that girl's got a touch of genius!'
gpt
Genius for what--making believe? Much good it does me,
human
And to think we were afraid you'd take Uncle Neddy seriously! Oh, if he could only have seen you!--Jo, _I_ know why you were in such wild spirits to-night. I'm not going to ask any questions, because Mother made me promise not to. But you can't deny there is a sort of coincidence between the fact that you spent the evening up the river with him, and that to-day he's gone!--now can you?
gpt
No, said Joan,
human
I can't deny that there's--a sort of coincidence.
gpt
Good-by forever! Good-by-yi-yi forever,' warbled Betty after Tosti, somewhat infected by her friend's recent performances.
human
Fancy the Irresistible coming another cropper, and at the hands of a mere infant like you! I suppose I ought to be sorry for him, but I'm not. It'll teach him to keep his hands off _my_ friends, anyway!
gpt
I gather, murmured Joan with a pale smile,
human
Rather not! I prefer you 'as is.' Plenty of aunts in the world, and not so many Joans.