human
Home, Sweet Home, and if he had been aware of the scene at the Benson cottage after he bade Irene good-night. Mrs. Benson had a light burning, and the noise of the carriage awakened her. Irene entered the room, saw that her mother was awake, shut the door carefully, sat down on the foot of the bed, said,
gpt
It's all over, mother,
human
What's over, child?
gpt
Mr. Meigs. I had to tell him that it couldn't be. And he is one of the best men I ever knew.
human
You don't tell me you've gone and refused him, Irene?
gpt
Please don't scold me. It was no use. He ought to have seen that I did not care for him, except as a friend. I'm so sorry!
human
You are the strangest girl I ever saw. And Mrs. Benson dropped back on the pillow again, crying herself now, and muttering,
gpt
I'm sure I don't know what you do want.