human
Patient Pete!
gpt
Patient Pete!
human
But, Ann, --there was pathos in Mr. Pett's voice--
gpt
I like a peaceful life.
human
You'll never have one if you don't stand up for yourself. You know quite well that father is right. You do let every one trample on you. Do you think father would let Ogden worry him and have his house filled with affected imitation geniuses so that he couldn't find a room to be alone in?
gpt
But, Ann, your father is different. He likes fusses. I've known your father contradict a man weighing two hundred pounds out of sheer exuberance. There's a lot of your father in you, Ann. I've often noticed it.
human
There is! That's why I'm going to make you put your foot down sooner or later. You're going to turn all these loafers out of the house. And first of all you're going to help us send Ogden away to Mr. Smithers.
gpt
It's your red hair! said Mr. Pett at length, with the air of a man who has been solving a problem.
human
It's your red hair that makes you like this, Ann. Your father has red hair, too.
gpt
It's not my fault that I have red hair, uncle Peter. It's my misfortune.
human
Other people's misfortune, too!