human
What’s on the easels?
gpt
One easel has a girl on it; a girl with a fiddle.
human
Fairer than morning, lovelier than the daylight,
gpt
Yes. Why, yes, Mr. Norval. Those words are on a piece of paper hanging from the frame. How did you know?
human
Miss Walden, I painted that picture. You may not believe it, but I did. It is a portrait of about the purest soul I ever met.
gpt
Can you tell me about her?
human
No, she’s not the kind to tell about.
gpt
I beg your pardon, Mr. Norval.
human
And the other easel? Norval was asking.
gpt
What’s on that?
human
Such a dear, funny woman. She’s standing by a big oven, an outdoor oven; she’s got loaves of bread on something that looks like a flat spade.
gpt
Where do they use those ovens?
human
Oh! somewhere in Canada.
gpt
Did you ever know this dear, funny woman, Mr. Norval.
human
She’s not the kind one _knows_. I’ve seen her, thank heaven! I’m glad to be able to recall her when I’m alone.
gpt
Yes—she looks like that kind.