human
O, I don’t believe Peggy will come. We had a little misunderstanding, you see.
gpt
It wouldn’t do any harm to try, suggested Ruth, still painstakingly matter-of-fact, while Amy added with less tact,
human
If anybody would do it, it’s Peggy. She’s the forgivingest thing.
gpt
Somebody to see you, Miss Peggy,
human
I know you won’t do it,
gpt
Won’t do what, Priscilla?
human
There are thirteen of us, and Amy won’t sit down at all. But it serves me right if my party’s spoiled, after treating you that way.
gpt
You mean that there’s thirteen and you want me for the fourteenth.
human
Of course you won’t come. But it serves me right to have you say no.
gpt
Will my hair do? I’ve got to change my dress, of course.
human
You’re going to do it? Priscilla fairly screamed.
gpt
O, Peggy! You’re an angel. You can’t think how wretched I’ve been all the week, and how ashamed. O, you darling! Can you ever forgive me?
human
Don’t make me cry, pleaded Peggy, gulping down a sob,
gpt
Do you know, I thought you weren’t coming,
human
I’m so sorry to be late and keep everybody waiting,