human
Well, Polly,
gpt
Oh, Auntie--Auntie! cried Polly, convulsively clinging to her,
human
Dear child, said Mrs. Whitney, as much a girl for the moment as Polly herself. And pressing kisses on the red lips, while she folded her close--
gpt
Yes, Dick is at home. There, go and find him; he is in Mrs. Pepper's room.
human
I am glad to see you so much better, Mrs. Chatterton,
gpt
Oh, yes, Marian; I am better, said Mrs. Chatterton, looking around for Polly, then down at the delicious Town Talk carelessly thrown on the floor.
human
Will you send her back as soon as possible?
gpt
Who--Polly? said Mrs. Whitney, following the glance.
human
Why, she has gone to see Dick, you know. Now, why cannot I read a bit?
gpt
You don't know what has been read, said Mrs. Chatterton as Mrs. Whitney drew up a chair and sat down, running her eye in a practiced way over the front page.
human
Dear me, it makes me quite nervous, Marian, to see you prowling around all over the sheet that way.
gpt
Oh! I shall find something interesting quite soon, I fancy, said Mrs. Whitney cheerfully, her heart on her boy and the jolly home-coming he was having.
human
Here is the Washington news; I mean all about the receptions and teas.
gpt
She has read that,
human
Now for the fashion department. Mrs. Whitney whirled the paper over dexterously.
gpt
Do you know, Mrs. Chatterton, gray stuffs are to be worn more than ever this spring?
human
I don't care about that, said Mrs. Chatterton quickly,
gpt
And here are some wonderfully pretty caps, if they are all like the descriptions,
human
Caps! who wants to hear about them? cried Mrs. Chatterton in a dudgeon.
gpt
I hope I'm not at the cap period yet.
human
Oh! those lovely little lace arrangements, said Mrs. Whitney hastily;
gpt
I'm sure I never noticed, said Mrs. Chatterton indifferently.
human
Hortense always arranges my hair better without lace. If you can't find what I ask you, Marian, raising her voice to a higher key,