human
This is my little sister, Mrs. King, said Gardner Coolidge, smiling, and putting his arm about the white-serge-clad shoulders.
gpt
She is your hostess, you know. Alicia and I are only making her a visit.
human
I am so glad you are here, Mrs. King,
gpt
I think, said Mrs. King, holding the firm young hand which she had taken,
human
I have seen you before, my dear, though my memory--
gpt
Yes, Mrs. King, the girl replied--and there was not the smallest shadow of triumph discernible in her tone or look--