human
O, dear, sighed Hannah aloud.
gpt
I do think I spend all my time getting along without somebody or other!
human
O, Catherine, my darling, if you dare begin on that sad Rossetti woman! cried Alice.
gpt
You don't know how dreadful she is about it, Hannah! She goes about for days with a distant sad look in her eyes and, if she is spoken to suddenly, she says, 'When I was dead my spirit turned,' or 'Does the road wind uphill all the way? Yes, to the very end!' or something equally doleful. I feel as though some one were dying in the next room, and I do believe I'll hide the book.
human
It won't do you any good, remarked Catherine serenely.
gpt
I know almost all of her by heart. But you must admit, Allie, that I do say cheerful things at times. You got sick of the Jumblies last year.
human
They were as idiotic as the Rossetti lady, in another way. We'll never agree on such subjects, Catherine!
gpt
Well, anyhow, Catherine isn't going to read so much poetry this year,
human
And Hannah is going to read more,
gpt
Dexter!
human
Already? O, Hannah darling, how can we ever let you go on without us?
gpt
I'll go out on the platform with you. And I'll carry the hat-box, Catrina. Shall you have a spread to-night? Oh! it's the same dear little, queer little station! And there's Miss Eliot, and Dy-the Allen! Glory! Glory! Glory! Dy-the, going on this train? Joy and rapture! I should have died of loneliness!