human
No. We’re both of us too much dressed up to wash dishes, she remarked.
gpt
I don’t care if they ain’t done for a week, Mr. Jack. I’m goin’ to enjoy myself with you, this afternoon. You make yourself at home in any part o’ the house but the kitchen for twenty minutes, and then I’ll sit down with you. I guess you haven’t forgotten your way ’round.
human
Are there any moths in your sitting-room carpet, Aunt Love?
gpt
What makes you ask that?
human
I know a sovereign remedy, that’s all.
gpt
I did, one time, have some trouble with that carpet, said Miss Berry doubtfully,
human
Tobacco is excellent,
gpt
Mr. Jack, do you smoke! she exclaimed reproachfully.
human
Do you shut those shiny white teeth o’ yours on an old pipe-stem! Oh, there never ought a cigar to go into your mouth, never in the world. Do you _smoke_?
gpt
Well—on Fourth of July’s, and New Years, and Christmas, and—birthdays, I do sometimes celebrate, and I thought if you wanted the moths kept out of your carpet— One thing really, Aunt Love, if cigar smoke is disagreeable to you, you ought to have told me before betraying me into such a dinner.
human
It isn’t any more disagreeable to me than it is to any other woman of good principles, returned Miss Berry firmly.
gpt
Yes, I have seen statistics, he answered, mildly.
human
You haven’t time to look them up just now, and I think I’ll walk out of doors a while and discuss the movement cure with Blitzen, and ask him what part of the chicken he’ll take.
gpt
No, no, Mr. Jack. There ain’t enough paths shoveled to make it pleasant to go out around the house. I let Obed go just as soon as he’d done what was absolutely necessary this mornin’. ’T ain’t that a cigar’s unpleasant to my nose. It’s my principles it hurts; but ’t ain’t so bad if you only smoke one for an occasional recreation. Remember you can’t suit me except by makin’ yourself entirely at home; and the hospitable woman arose from the table.
human
If you don’t smoke now in the sittin’-room, I shall feel bad.