human
Yes, Patsy died. I missed her terribly. Oh! Mamsey, I couldn’t do without folks. Why, I want to tell you something; you like to have me tell you everything, don’t you, Mamsey?
gpt
Yes; yes. Jo took up her knitting, dropped two stitches, made an impatient remark under her breath, and caught them up.
human
If you didn’t tell me everything I’d feel pretty bad,
gpt
Well, it’s this way, Mamsey. I don’t cry any more because I can’t remember. I begin with you and me. You see what I don’t remember is like the preface in a book; I never read it and it doesn’t matter, anyway. So we begin—you and I, and everyone is supposed to know about us without telling; and the things that happened before are just helps to get us into the first chapter. Then, after that, folks come along and we don’t ask them any questions, they just get mixed up with our story and on we all go until that stupid old word End, brings us up with a jolt. Mamsey, dear, I want to get all tangled with stories and stories and people and people; I want to be part of it. I’m willing to pay, you have to, all the books show that. I’ll suffer and struggle along, and fall and get up again, but I must be part of it all.
human
Lord!