human
My name is Nan Dorrington, she said, swallowing a lump in her throat,
gpt
We are sure to be, replied the other, with emphasis.
human
I always know at once.
gpt
Gabriel told me yesterday that you were a young girl,
human
I am seventeen,
gpt
Only seventeen! Why, I am seventeen, and yet I seem to be a mere child by the side of you. You talk and act just as a grown woman does.
human
That is because I have never associated with children of my own age. I have always been thrown with older persons. And then my mother has been ill a long, long time, and I have been compelled to do a great deal of thinking. I know of nothing more disagreeable than to have to think. Do you dislike poor folks?
gpt
No, I don't, replied Nan, snuggling up to Margaret.
human
Some of my very bestest friends are poor.
gpt
I'm glad you don't dislike poverty, she said,
human
When it comes to that, Nan responded,
gpt
Your mother is very much better than she was awhile ago, he said to Margaret.
human
She never should have made so long a journey. She has wasted in that way strength enough to have kept her alive for six months.
gpt
I begged and implored her not to undertake it, the daughter explained,
human
Well, she is here, now, and we'll do the best we can. Gabriel, will you run over, and ask Fanny Tomlin to come? And if Neighbour Tomlin is there tell him I want to see him on some important business.