human
I'm not hungry,
gpt
Never mind. It will do you good.
human
Why, we're right across the street from the old Price house!
gpt
Did you know them, mother?
human
Dear me, yes, said Mrs. North, twinkling;
gpt
Mother! I don't think it's refined to use such a word.
human
Well, he wanted me to elope with him, Mrs. North said, gayly;
gpt
If you've finished your curds you must lie down,
human
Oh, I'll just look about--
gpt
No; you are tired. You must lie down.
human
Who is that stout old gentleman going into the Price house?
gpt
Oh, that's your Alfred Price, her daughter answered; and added, that she hoped her mother would be pleased with the house.
human
We have boarded so long, I think you'll enjoy a home of your own.
gpt
Indeed I shall! cried Mrs. North, her eyes snapping with delight.
human
Mary, I'll wash the breakfast dishes, as my mother used to do!
gpt
Oh no, Mary North protested;
human
But, Mrs. North pleaded,
gpt
Never mind about me, said the daughter, earnestly;
human
I know it, my dear, said Mrs. North, meekly. And when Old Chester came to make its call, one of the first things she said was that her Mary was such a good daughter. Miss North, her anxious face red with determination, bore out the assertion by constantly interrupting the conversation to bring a footstool, or shut a window, or put a shawl over her mother's knees.
gpt
My mother's limb troubles her, she explained to visitors (in point of modesty, Mary North did not leave her mother a leg to stand on); then she added, breathlessly, with her tremulous smile, that she wished they would please not talk too much.
human
Conversation tires her,