human
There ought to be a dash of royal purple somewhere, said Polly, sitting on the floor to see her go, and resting her tired hands on her knees.
gpt
Now where shall I get it, and where shall I put it when I do have it? She wrinkled up her eyebrows a moment, lost in thought over the momentous problem.
human
Oh! I know, and she sprang up exultingly.
gpt
Phronsie, won't this be perfectly lovely? we can take that piece of tissue paper Auntie gave you, and I can cut out little knots and sashes. It is so soft, that in the gaslight they will look like silk. How fine!
human
Can't I be a Princess unless you sew up that purple paper?
gpt
Why, yes, you can be, of course, said Polly,
human
she cried, with sparkling eyes.
gpt
Dear me, I wish I could be one.
human
Well, you may have it, Polly, said Phronsie with a sigh,
gpt
I think there won't be much left of it when the play is over, cried Polly with a laugh;