human
Goodness, she said, after a moment, during which Blue Bonnet had not spoken,
gpt
Got the blues?
human
No.
gpt
Not homesick?
human
Why, Blue Bonnet, what is it, dear?
gpt
Never mind about the cocoa. What's happened?
human
Nothing--at least--I can't tell you, Annabel.
gpt
Why can't you?
human
Because--I can't!
gpt
Oh, please, she said.
human
Come, tell me. Maybe I can help.
gpt
Why, Blue Bonnet, she said,
human
Martha's been hunting everywhere for you. Miss North wants you in her office right away. There's a man with her--a dumpy--I beg your pardon--but a short, stout man with a bald head. I think it's your uncle, or cousin. Anyway, hurry! There's something doing. Miss North looks like a war cloud without a ghost of a silver lining. She was just laying it off to your--ah--em--relative. Do hurry. I'm simply wild to know what's up, and come right back and tell us all about it. Don't forget!