human
We want to do the very loveliest thing! she cried, rushing in, her cheeks aflame.
gpt
Oh! pray excuse me.
human
Don't feel badly, Polly dear, said Mrs. Whitney, over in the dim light, where the divan was drawn up in the east window, and she held out her hand and smiled; the other lady whose tete-a-tete was thus summarily disturbed was elderly and very tall and angular. She put up her eyeglass at the intrusion and murmured
gpt
Ah?
human
This is Polly Pepper,
gpt
One of the children that your kindness received in this house?