human
Miss Ashe is a new girl--a Junior, Annabel explained to her friends.
gpt
She's on our floor--in number ten, with Joy Cross.
human
Oh, you poor thing! You must have been born for trouble--.
gpt
Now, Sue, don't! Annabel protested.
human
Just because you had her last year and didn't like her--
gpt
Do you? Does Ruth? Does anybody?
human
Miss North does, Ruth replied;
gpt
The entire Faculty, to say nothing of the janitor and maids,
human
You mean--that she's a sort of teacher's pet?
gpt
Well--'pet' would be going some, for Joy, Annabel laughed.
human
But you're warm--very warm!
gpt
Or you will be, before many days. You'll be a regular barometer, going up--going up--going up--
human
Stop, Sue! Don't mind her, Miss Ashe. She's an awful tease. Joy isn't anything worse than a stick--a bore. If you have a nice disposition you'll get on splendidly--Sue hasn't!
gpt
Oh, thanks, Sue said, bowing profoundly.
human
It is because of my long association with you, then;