human
Uncle will come for you on Shrove-Tuesday, wrote her Aunt.
gpt
He has some business to attend to, so he will stay over till Thursday, and you can take your pleasure till the last possible moment.
human
How lovely! cried Hesse.
gpt
How good of you to write, Cousin Julia, and I _am_ so pleased to go to Mrs. Shuttleworth's ball!
human
What will you wear?
gpt
Oh, I haven't thought of that, yet. I must invent something, for I don't wish to buy another dress, I have had so many things already.
human
Now, Hesse, you can't invent anything. It's impossible to make a fancy dress out of the ragbag,
gpt
We shall see, said Hesse.
human
I think I shall keep my costume as a surprise,--except from you, Cousin Julia. I shall want you to help me, but none of the others shall know anything about it till I come down-stairs.
gpt
My great-grandmother,