human
Everybody has a grouch,
gpt
Don't use that word, Sarah,
human
Don't want rice, want cutylet,
gpt
She's had enough meat to-day, interposed Winnie.
human
The doctor says she shouldn't have it at all at night.
gpt
What's the matter? he asked, dropping into his chair and testing the soup Winnie instantly placed before him. Hugh was her idol and she always managed not to keep him waiting.
human
Heat too much for you?
gpt
Grouches is what ails 'em,
human
I've asked her not to use that word, but no one pays any attention to my wishes,
gpt
All right, drop it, Sarah, said Doctor Hugh shortly.
human
Aren't you eating to-night, sweetheart?
gpt
I want some cutylet, said Shirley wistfully.
human
I don't like rice.
gpt
She ate nothing for her dinner but beef loaf and two helps of date pudding, announced Winnie.
human
I don't know when she expects to learn to eat sensible and like a Christian.
gpt
Well, if Rosemary would take a little interest in the child and coax her, she would soon learn to like vegetables, said Aunt Trudy.
human
I think Shirley is left too much to herself.
gpt
You eat your rice, Shirley, or not one other thing can you have to-night, he announced, with unusual severity, for Shirley was his pet.
human
No, crying won't do you any good--eat your rice and stop whining.
gpt
I think you ought to know how things go when I'm not here, Hugh, began Aunt Trudy while Shirley ate her rice sulkily.
human
I was so upset this morning that I thought I should fly if I stayed in the house, so I went up to the city and shopped. I came in about half past five and not one bed was made! The children's clothes lay just where they had flung them last night. That's a nice way, isn't it? Apparently I can not leave home for a few hours without finding everything shirked on my return.
gpt
I don't care if I didn't make the beds! she cried hotly.
human
I'm sick and tired of beds and dusting and answering the telephone. You never expect anyone in this house to do a single thing, but me!
gpt
Rosemary!
human
I don't think you should speak to me like that,
gpt
I won't speak to you at all! jerked Rosemary.
human
That's the only way to please you.
gpt
Please leave the table, Rosemary, he said distinctly.
human
Go into the office and wait for me.
gpt
I don't care! she raged, in the depths of the comfortable shabby arm-chair that had been her father's.
human
I don't care! Aunt Trudy always cries and it isn't fair. I suppose Hugh will be furious, but let him. I'm so tired and so hot and so miserable--