human
The girls seem sorry to have me go away this winter, she said.
gpt
And, oh, Grandmother, you should have heard them wail when I told them.
human
I hate to leave them, too, she said.
gpt
They're such fun.
human
I want you to be happy, dear, but it can't all be fun. Aunt Lucinda has a plan for you, which I think we will begin with Monday. You are entering your seventeenth year, now, Blue Bonnet, and there are duties and responsibilities which you can no longer evade.
gpt
I suppose there are, Grandmother, she said,