human
Hullo, brother, he said, quite as cordially as a Mifflin man would have spoken.
gpt
And where did you drop from?
human
I didn't drop, answered literal Mary Rose.
gpt
I came across the alley, and she nodded toward the big apartment house. It now turned a white brick face to her. Mary Rose almost forgot her errand when she saw that. In Mifflin houses were the same color all the way around.
human
Why--why, it's two-faced! she cried.
gpt
The front is all red and now the back is all white. It's just like an enchanted palace.
human
It is an enchanted palace,
gpt
Oh, is there a princess there? A beautiful princess?
human
There is, he admitted,
gpt
And a witch? insisted Mary Rose.
human
A wicked witch?
gpt
The wickedest witch that could ever enslave a beautiful princess. Her darned old name is Independence!
human
And is the prince there?
gpt
The prince is here, he said sadly.
human
Right here. And he might as well be in Jericho,
gpt
I've heard the Presbyterian minister speak of Jericho but I never read of it in any fairy-tale. Oh, dear! I hope the prince won't go there. I want him to stay here and rescue the pretty princess from that wicked witch In-independence,