human
You see it was simply impossible, Mrs. Van Tassel, for my wife to curb her impatience after Gorham began to write home, said Mr. Page to his hostess in explanation of their change of plan.
gpt
Gorham doesn’t very often gush, as perhaps you know.
human
And I assure you that Mr. Page was not difficult to persuade, added Hilda.
gpt
Your last kind letter determined us. And I am really in Chicago! she went on, looking about her.
human
Jack, congratulate me!
gpt
I do, sincerely. I think you, Hilda, will appreciate your advantages.
human
That is the way he goes on, he said, turning to Mildred.
gpt
Jack is very severe on me always. I am going to show you, Miss Bryant, several lists of adjectives, carefully prepared, very carefully and thoughtfully, one for every day in the week, that I am intending to use on the World’s Fair to mollify my cousin.
human
You might have trusted safely to the inspiration of the moment,
gpt
Oh, you don’t know Jack. One single false move, one expletive out of place, and it would be all over with me.
human
Poor Robert, I feel for you,
gpt
Why, that is mysterious, replied his cousin.
human
Anybody who compassionates me just now doesn’t understand economizing his emotions. The speaker sank back in his roomy wicker chair and took a glass of lemonade from a salver which Miss Berry was passing to the company. The crushed ice jingled pleasantly against the crystal, and the couple of straws that emerged from each glass were alluring to a stout and thirsty man.
gpt
Aunt Love, it is very pleasant to see you here, he added.
human
We shall have to renew our old acquaintance. We had no time in Boston.
gpt
That’s so, Mr. Page. I guess I can jog your memory about a good many things.
human
Whew! he said softly.
gpt
Uncle Richard was all right. What pretty women!
human
I told you so. I told you that Mildred was a perfect Juno, and that you were very unfortunate to be out of town when she spent that week with me at the beach. As for Mrs. Van Tassel
gpt
Why, she’s an angel,—she’s an angel! I knew it from her letter. I felt it in my bones.
human
As if you knew anything about your bones, you dear old cushion. Stop praising those girls,—calling one a goddess and one an angel. Come and apostrophize the lake. Isn’t it beautiful?
gpt
It was you who called Miss Bryant a goddess, remember. Yes, this is every bit as good as the ocean, for all I see, walking to the window and putting an arm around his wife’s waist.
human
We are in great luck, Hilda, continued Page, glancing about their spacious room.
gpt
This isn’t much like the discomforts we read about in connection with World’s Fair visiting. I don’t wonder, he added after a pause,
human
H’m. There is one exhibit I have come out here to see that isn’t inside the White City, returned Hilda.
gpt
I’ve come to discover which one of them Jack is in love with.
human
Both, of course. How can he help it?