human
O, please don’t say anything, mother, till Christmas is over. You know I’ve got to finish.
gpt
Me.
human
You know you can’t come in, Dorothy. Run away and play.
gpt
Dorothy, will you stop that noise? This minute!
human
What you doing?
gpt
I’m making something you can’t see. Please don’t bother. Peggy jerked her thread savagely. She was, as a matter of fact, hemstitching the little petticoat of the doll she was dressing for Dorothy. She had laughed when her mother suggested that it was hardly worth while to take so much pains.
human
A strip of embroidery gathered and put in a band would please the child just as well. She isn’t old enough to appreciate the work you are putting into these dainty little garments.
gpt
Work! I don’t call it work. It’s just fun, said Peggy blithely.
human
And it’s such a tiny way round a doll’s petticoat, mother, that it won’t take any time to speak of.