human
Stephen, dear! Don't encourage her in being queer. I don't like her to be queer. Mrs. Lorimer was not in the least queer herself, unless, indeed, it was queer to be startlingly lovely and girlish and appealing at forty-one, with a second husband and six children. She was not an especially motherly person except in moments of reproof and then she always spoke in a remote third person.
gpt
Honor, Mother wants you to be more with girls. Then, as if to make it clear that she was not merely advancing a personal whim,--
human
You need to be more with girls.
gpt
Why?
human
Why--why because Mother says you do.
gpt
I know, but--_why_ do you say so? I don't know anything about girls. Why should I, when I've had eight boy cousins and five boy brothers and --she gave Stephen Lorimer a brief, friendly grin--
human
Her stepfather was not really younger than his wife but he was incurably boyish. The girl grew earnest.
gpt
Please, _pretty-please_, let me go to L. A. High! I've counted on it so! And --she was as intent and free from self-consciousness as a terrier at a rat hole--
human
She has you there, Mildred. He will need her.
gpt
Of course he will. Honor turned a grateful face to him.
human
I'll have to do all his English and Latin for him, so he can get signed up every week and play football!