human
O girls! Peggy’s voice grew pensive at the remembrance of that sorrowful scene.
gpt
I never imagined anything so dreadful. The poor woman--her name was Fletcher instead of Flemming--had just had word that her little boy had been hurt by an automobile, and taken to a hospital. And she was so upset that she didn’t know how to get ready to go to him, and the girl was so stupid that she didn’t know how to help her. And I rushed around and found her hat and coat and put on her shoes for her--she was wearing slippers--and did everything, just as if I’d known her all my life. And then she wouldn’t let me go, and I went along with her to the hospital. She told me afterward that she had only lived in the city a few years and hadn’t made many friends. A few years!
human
Why, if anybody on this Terrace was in trouble, even if she hadn’t lived here more than six weeks, we’d all be flocking in to see what we could do for her.
gpt
Did the boy die?
human
No, indeed. He wasn’t hurt as badly as they thought at first. He was home again before I left, such a nice boy, not far from Dick’s age. O here’s Dick now.
gpt
Hello, Peggy, in the most matter-of-fact manner imaginable and submitted with apparent resignation to his sister’s kiss. But no one was deceived. Dick’s admiration of Peggy was an open secret in Friendly Terrace. The boy was hot and perspiring. He had run all the way home from his music teacher’s, so impatient was he for a glimpse of the dearest as well as the most remarkable girl in the world, as he firmly believed, and yet at the sight of her, he had only a
human
Guess we’re going to have some new neighbors,
gpt
Who? Where? The next house?