human
Mother, she began, quite simply,
gpt
I've had a letter from Mr. Brett. He has asked me to marry him and I think I rather shall.
human
You've what, dear? she asked blankly. Then not waiting for any reply,
gpt
What do you know about marriage, my dear child? What do you know about Mr. Brett?
human
I don't want to be an old maid,
gpt
Old maid! she cried.
human
That is a preposterous idea you've got out of your comic papers.
gpt
They're all I've ever read, histories and them,
human
You're nothing but a child, my darling girl, the mother said more gently;
gpt
and searching frantically for objections which she felt sure must exist, she fell back on her first thought.
human
What do you know about Mr. Brett?
gpt
I liked him better than any of the men I've met.
human
You've not met _any_ yet,