human
If you think so, you had better make much of me, she said,
gpt
I _do_ like Shirley. I like her more and more every day. But that does not make me strong or happy.
human
And would it make you strong or happy to go and live as a dependent amongst utter strangers? It would not. And the experiment must not be tried; I tell you it would fail. It is not in your nature to bear the desolate life governesses generally lead; you would fall ill. I won't hear of it.
gpt
Why, it is my daily pleasure now to look out for the little cottage bonnet and the silk scarf glancing through the trees in the lane, and to know that my quiet, shrewd, thoughtful companion and monitress is coming back to me; that I shall have her sitting in the room to look at, to talk to or to let alone, as she and I please. This may be a selfish sort of language--I know it is--but it is the language which naturally rises to my lips, therefore I utter it.
human
I would write to you, Shirley.
gpt
And what are letters? Only a sort of _pis aller_. Drink some tea, Caroline. Eat something--you eat nothing. Laugh and be cheerful, and stay at home.