human
Breezy Inn,
gpt
And the worst of it is, said Midget,
human
I can't come again for four years, and then I'll be sixteen years old, just think of that!
gpt
So will I, said Molly;
human
At least we won't get into such mischief, said Marjorie, laughing as she remembered the scrapes they had been in all summer.
gpt
And next year it's Kitty's turn to come, and you'll have fun with her here in Breezy Inn,
human
Well, we can't help it, she said,
gpt
I s'pose so. They were all at the seashore this summer, and Kitty wrote to me that she had had a lovely time.
human
Maybe she'll trade off with you, said Stella,
gpt
Maybe she will, said Midget, brightening up;
human
I'd like that, but I don't believe Mother will let us. You see, we take regular turns spending the summer with Grandma. Baby Rosamond never has been yet, but when it's her turn again, she'll be old enough, and so that puts me off for four years.
gpt
Don't let's talk about it, said Molly, as she took her eleventh ginger-snap from the plate;
human
Yes, indeed, said Stella;
gpt
I'll write you every week, Marjorie, and you must write to me, and we'll all send each other Christmas presents, and, of course 'Breezy Inn' will be shut up for the winter anyway, I suppose.
human
I suppose it will, said Marjorie,
gpt
Breezy Inn.