human
I wonder, Burns said, on the March day when he first came downstairs and dropped into his old favourite place in a corner of the big blue couch,
gpt
You look better every day, dear, Ellen assured him.
human
And when it's all over, and you have done your first operation, you'll come home and say you were never so happy in your life.
gpt
She promises me an operation as she would promise the Little-Un a sweetie, eh? Well, I can't say she isn't right. I was a bit tired when this thing began, but when I get my strength back I know how my little old 'lab' and machine shop will call to me. Just to-day I got an idea in my head that I believe will work out some day. My word, I know it will!
human
He's getting well,
gpt
No doubt of it in the world,
human
Sit down here where I can look at you both, commanded the convalescent.
gpt
Jord, isn't my wife something to look at in that blue frock she's wearing? I like these things she melts into evenings, like that smoky blue she has on now. It seems to satisfy my eyes.
human
Not much wonder in that. She would satisfy anybody's eyes.
gpt
That's quite enough about me, Ellen declared.
human
The thing that's really interesting is that your eyes are brighter to-night, Red, than they have been for two long months. I believe it's getting downstairs.
gpt
Of course it is. Downstairs has been a mythical sort of place for a good while. I couldn't quite believe in it. I've thought a thousand times of this blue couch and these pillows. I've thought of that old grand piano of yours, and of how it would seem to hear you play it again. Play for me now, will you, Len?