human
I fear that you have failed to follow me, after all, he called after her, presently.
gpt
This was the point--as to what form the gift should take--upon which I wanted a woman's advice.
human
I understand. She came back to him slowly, with bright eyes.
gpt
I know it would please Fifi very much to have a gift from you. Had you thought at all, yourself, what you would like to give?
human
Yes, he said, frowning vaguely,
gpt
I examined the shop windows as I came down and pretty well decided on something. Then at the last minute I was not altogether sure.
human
Yes? Tell me what.
gpt
I thought I would give her a pair of silk mitts.
human
White silk ones, said he--
gpt
Well, said she,
human
What first attracted me to them, he said simply,
gpt
Mitts--splendid! Just the gift for a girl who's sick in bed. The one point to consider is, could any other gift possibly be better? No, surely none.... Wait a minute, though! Let's take this thing slowly and be absolutely sure we're right before we go ahead.... Run over carefully all the things that are ever used as gifts. Anything there that is better than mitts? Perhaps, after all ... Mitts ... Why, look here, isn't there one small objection, one trifling want of the fulness of perfection to be raised against the gift of mitts?
human
There's this point against mitts, said Sharlee slowly.
gpt
Fifi's in bed now, and I'm afraid she's likely to be there for some time. Of course she could not wear the mitts in bed. She would have to tuck them away in a drawer somewhere. Don't you think it might be a good idea to give her something that she could enjoy at once--something that would give her pleasure _now_ and so help to lighten these tedious hours while she must be in her room?