human
What will she make of living there, even for the year she means to stay? she wondered, aloud.
gpt
Now, if it were I, it wouldn't seem strange; I am used to living in a little old house. But such a girl as Miss Ruston--I can hardly imagine her here. She thinks the house and the old garden will make fine backgrounds for her work. I suppose they will.
human
Miss Ruston? Dr. Leaver repeated.
gpt
Was that the name?
human
Miss Charlotte Ruston, of South Carolina, I believe. I never heard the name before, have you?
gpt
It is an unusual one. I have known only one person of that name. Leaver walked slowly over to a decayed and tumbling bench beneath an apple-tree, whose boughs had been so long untrimmed that they spread almost to the earth. He sat down upon it, rather heavily, and lifted the clove-pink to his nostrils again. His dark brows contracted slightly. He looked at the house.
human
It will have to have a good deal done to it before it is fit for any one, he observed.
gpt
You said there was an old lady to come, too?
human
A most beautiful little old lady, whom Miss Ruston seemed to be very anxious over, lest she suffer any harm. Dr. Burns, when he heard of it, insisted on coming over here to make sure the house could be made perfectly dry and comfortable for her.
gpt
He was right. Little old ladies must be taken care of, and young women are apt to think any place that is picturesque is safe.