human
Dorothy! Peggy cried, dropping down on her knees beside the despondent figure.
gpt
Dorothy, what is the matter? What are you crying about?
human
Aunt Peggy. It was a full minute before Dorothy could answer, and then the quiver running through the words pierced Peggy’s heart.
gpt
Ain’t Christmas going to be over pretty quick?
human
It comes next week, honey.
gpt
Well, I’ll be glad when it’s gone. A great sob emphasized the statement.
human
It’s such a horrid time.
gpt
Dorothy! Peggy was aghast:
human
You can’t mean that you don’t like Christmas.
gpt
It’s a horrid time, Dorothy repeated, with every indication of sincerity.
human
Folks lock doors. And then they tell you to go and play, and there ain’t anyfing to play. And there’s nice fings, but you can’t see ’em. She sobbed again as she painted the black picture, and Peggy hastened to explain,
gpt
But, darling, you will see them on Christmas day. Think what a good time you will have when you find out all the secrets.
human
But I want a good time now,