human
Wasn't _that_ a slap? And now Lil is letting Purt run around with her and act as if he owned her--just because he's a good dancer.
gpt
My dear! yawned her mother.
human
I should think you'd join that dancing class.
gpt
I'll wait till I'm asked, I hope, muttered Hester.
human
Everybody doesn't get to join it. We're not in that set--and we might as well admit it. And I don't believe we ever will be.
gpt
I'm certainly glad! complained her mother, rustling the leaves of her book.
human
Your father is always pushing me into places where I don't want to go. He had a deal in business with Colonel Swayne, and he insisted that I call on Mrs. Kerrick. They're awfully stuck-up folks, Hess.
gpt
I see Mrs. Kerrick's carriage standing at the Beldings' gate quite often, just the same,
human
Yes--I know, said her mother.
gpt
They make a good deal of Laura. Well, they didn't make much of me. When I walked into the grounds and started up the front stoop, a butler, or footman, or something, all togged up in livery, told me that I must go around to the side door if I had come to see the cook. And he didn't really seem anxious to take my card.
human
Oh, Mother!
gpt
You needn't tell your father. I don't blame 'em. They've got their own friends and we've got ourn. No use pushing out of our class.
human
You should have gone in the carriage,
gpt
I don't like that stuffy hack, said her mother.
human
It smells of--of liv'ry stables and--and funerals! If your father would set up a carriage of his own----
gpt
Or buy an automobile instead of hiring one for us occasionally,