human
Come in! said a not very amiable voice in response to the light tap.
gpt
Oh, it's you, is it?
human
Can I help you, as you have no maid?
gpt
I don't want any help, she replied ungraciously, moving some of the garments that littered the bed,
human
I like your new frock, Veronica, continued Christobel, surveying her sister as she pinned up her black hair without troubling even to do it before a glass;
gpt
Papa does, for one.
human
Only because he thinks it's his duty.
gpt
I would if you'd let me.
human
Oh yes. You'd be very pleased if I'd let you hang about me--an ugly girl can't show to much advantage next to a pretty one. I know your little game.
gpt
Oh, Christobel! How can you say such unkind, unjust things?
human
If you want to cry, said Christobel crossly,
gpt
Every one, of course. Besides, one's looks aren't everything.
human
I know differently. Looks _are_ everything. But I don't care if people trouble about me or not, or anything they do, or think, or say!
gpt
What _are_ you putting on, Christobel? Not _that_, surely!
human
Yes. Same old Red Riding Hood cape and green skirt--does for indoors or out. Same old crew about, I suppose?
gpt
I suppose so. But it's Christmas Eve. Those loose things don't even suit you. Let me lend you a new frock which I have, just the same as this; we can arrange ribbons of your colour, red. We're the same height, and it will suit you quite as well as it suits me.
human
A nice comparison people would draw, eh?