human
I adore these Sunday mornings, Blue Bonnet said, linking her arm through Annabel Jackson's as they left the room after an especially helpful talk.
gpt
I think Miss North is wonderful. She never preaches at you; but what she says sticks. I'd a lot rather hear her talk than Sarah Blake's father--our minister at home. Aunt Lucinda says Mr. Blake is very spiritual, but he's terribly prosy. I have the awfullest time trying to keep awake when he talks--it's dreadful!
human
Well, you'll have a treat to-day at Trinity, Blue Bonnet. The Bishop is going to preach. I adore him. He's terribly good to look at, too, with all his fixings--his cross and ring and beautiful robes. I had a letter to him when I came here, and he called one day. He wasn't nearly so handsome without his robes; but he was perfectly dear--and quite jolly. I expected to be awed by him; but I wasn't, a bit. I almost caught myself telling him everything I'd done since I arrived here; but I checked myself in time.
gpt
It must have been a beautiful experience,
human
We've just time to do our rooms before we dress. Help me make my bed and I'll return the compliment.
gpt
What are you going to wear to-day, Blue Bonnet? Annabel asked, her eyes straying toward Blue Bonnet's closet.
human
I haven't a thing! I've just got to have some new clothes.
gpt
Poor little 'Flora McFlimsey,' she said.
human
But I'm tired of them all! I'd so love a change.
gpt
Choose, she said generously.
human
Only leave me my muff, to-day. I perish by the wayside in this climate. I'd give--oh, most anything, for a streak of Texas sunshine!
gpt
Oh, thank you, dear! You're so good about your things. I'll take your black fur hat, if you don't mind--and the blue waist. I'm quite mad about blue just now. I never used to think I could wear it.
human
I don't know about this 'Alice' shade. What do you think? Can I wear it all right?
gpt
You look beautiful in anything to me, Annabel--yes, I think it is very becoming. Will you walk with me to-day?
human
Surely; though I suppose Ruth will pout--but no matter! Reckon we had better hurry a little.
gpt
Jesus and the Woman of Samaria