human
Good-night, Mrs. Hastings, said Beatrice Sayre.
gpt
The girls are coming to my garden party to-morrow, and as my mother also expects guests, I'm sure she'd be glad if you would come.
human
Thank you, Miss, when Jack interrupted by saying,
gpt
Such a pity, Bee, but Mrs. Hastings goes away to-morrow. Another aunt of Mona's is coming to play chaperon at 'Red Chimneys.'
human
Oh, said Beatrice, carelessly;