human
What's the matter with that bell, Ida? she demanded, in a sharp voice.
gpt
It seems to ring enough, but it doesn't ring any money into my cash-drawer as I can see.
human
I sold my over-blouse out of the window, Mrs. Staples,
gpt
Humph! What else?
human
Er--what else? Why--why, she said she might come back for the one I am making.
gpt
Humph! ejaculated Mrs. Staples a second time.
human
I don't see as that will fill my cellar with coal. Couldn't you sell her anything else out of the shop?
gpt
She didn't say she wanted anything else,
human
Oh! She didn't? You'll never make a sales-woman till you learn to sell 'em things they don't want but that the shop wants to sell. And I was foolish enough to tell you that you could have all you could make out of those blouses. Oh, well! I'm always being foolishly generous. Come! What's that on the floor? Pick it up.