human
Never mind, she decided,
gpt
I'm going to see more of this!
human
I want to work,
gpt
All right, go to that table, she answered. And at a long oak table, one of a dozen women and girls, Ethel folded envelopes and addressed them for about three hours. Down at the end, two girl companions chatted and laughed at their labour. But the rest were just busy.
human
Hand me those envelopes, if you please. And so it was all through the room. She came back the next morning and the next; and as she worked, her expression was grim.
gpt
It isn't their fault, she decided.
human
They want the vote, they don't want me.
gpt
What do I care? I'm all concrete, with good hard steel inside of that. What a queer place for people's homes! People moving in and out! Curiously she probed into its life. She had long ago made friends with the wife of the superintendent, and through her Ethel collected bits about these many families so close together and yet so apart; all troubles kept strictly out of sight, with the freight elevator for funerals, cool looks and never a word of greeting.
human
Keep off,
gpt
It isn't real, this living! It can't last! she exclaimed to herself.
human
They'll have to work out something better than this--something, oh, much homier! She thought of the old frame house in Ohio.
gpt
That's gone,