human
Beautiful! Blair said, involuntarily. He stood for a silent moment, drinking the beauty like wine, perhaps it was the exhilaration of it that made him say abruptly:
gpt
Perhaps I'll not go abroad. Perhaps I'll pitch in.
human
Blair! You mean to go into the Works? This summer? Oh, how pleased Mamma would be! It would be perfectly splendid. _Oh_!
gpt
If I do, it will be because Mrs. Richie bolstered me up. Of course I would hate it like the devil; but perhaps it's the decent thing to do? Oh, well; don't say anything about it. I haven't made up my mind--this is an awful place! he said, with a shiver, looking across at Shantytown and remembering what was hidden under the glamor of the moon.
human
The smell of it! Democracy is well enough, Nancy--until you smell it.
gpt
But you could live at the hotel,
human
You bet I would, her brother said, laughing.
gpt
My dear, not even your society could reconcile me to the slums. But I don't know whether I can screw myself up to the Works, anyhow. David won't be in town, and that would be a nuisance. Well, I'll think it over; but if I do stay, I tell you what it is!--you two girls will have to make things mighty agreeable, or I'll clear out.
human
I _ought_. Therefore it needed more talks with Mrs. Richie, more days with Elizabeth--David, confound him! wouldn't come, because he had to pack, but Nannie tagged on behind; it needed the