human
I asked Roger, she said to me one late afternoon, when we sat in her mother's rocky seat and watched the red sun sink,
gpt
I can't tell, sweetheart.
human
You don't know, Jerry dear?
gpt
No, Peggy, I don't know.
human
But someone knows?
gpt
That I can't tell, either.
human
But, Jerry dear, nothing can be that someone--_Someone_--don't know, can it? That wouldn't be right. There must be _Some one_?
gpt
I hope so, sweetheart.
human
I know there is, Jerry, she said simply.
gpt
Look at that, the way I do, and you'll know, too.
human
indeed, though one that her mother never dreamed of, and will decorate, furnish and supply with everything from ancestral portraits to patent mouse-traps any structure from a hotel to a steam-yacht that you may place in her capable, college-bred hands. A remarkable achievement is young Susan--the achievement of the _fin de siècle_ generation. At the wedding-breakfast she described to me her last
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; the putting in commission of a dilapidated fifteenth-century _château_ for its new oil-king owner--he was born in a bog-cabin in Ireland and never tasted anything but potatoes and stir-about till he was fourteen. But Susan has raked Europe for a service fit for him to eat his cabbage from and Asia for rugs fit for his no longer bare feet, and has deposited his good American cheque in her bank. She is improving the occasion of her American visit by an extended hunt for old silver and brasses and china for a great country house on the Hudson--its many-millioned mistress will pay well for her