human
Why don’t you come up to my cabin and play to me?
gpt
I—I don’t know. I might be in the way while you work.
human
On the contrary. Come up to-morrow, Donelle, I’ll paint you with your fiddle. You’ll make the town stare, the town back home.
gpt
I do not want strangers staring at my face,
human
Why not? It’s a pretty face, Donelle.
gpt
If you talk and look like that, she warned in an undertone,
human
I’ll make Mamsey send you away.
gpt
I don’t believe you will,