human
And when spring comes, child, you will go to Mrs. Lindsay, won’t you?
gpt
You see, it has all been going out and nothing coming in for years. You cost a pretty figure, Donelle, though I never grudged a cent, God knows! But you must help now, I’m seeing old age in the distance.
human
Come spring, whispered Donelle, and she struck into the Spring Song,
gpt
the lovely tones rose and fell,
human
I can just see how some tired soul would look into that room and find peace. We’d make good things for him to eat, we’d play the fiddle for him, and——
gpt
A man’s so messy, Jo put in,
human
I’d hate to have the room messed after all these years.
gpt
Well, there are women boarders, Donelle was adaptable to possibilities.
human
We’d be firm about messiness; man or woman. How much are you going to charge, Mamsey?