human
Wild Kings, and she saw the physician hurry up the untidy path and disappear into the house. James King was ill again. She would have to see him, then. Perhaps he would have a good message for Jimsy. She finished her tea and slipped into her old blue kimono, still hanging in the closet, turned back the embroidered spread and laid herself down upon the bed. She took Jimsy's ring out of the little jewel pocket where she carried it and put it on her finger.
gpt
I will never take it off again,
human
Fresh as paint, T. S.,
gpt
My dear, what an adorable frock, said her mother.
human
You never got _that_ in Italy!
gpt
But I did, Muzzie! Honor was penitently glad of the sign of fellowship.
human
There's a really lovely little shop in the Via Tournabouni. Wait till my big trunk comes and you see what I found for you there! Oh, here's Mrs. Van Meter!