human
Why, it’s you, isn’t it? exclaimed Peggy radiantly, springing from her knees with a haste which came near to overturning the can of paint.
gpt
I can’t ask you to take a chair, because the only chair there is is pretty well covered with paint by now. But I’ll pull out the wheelbarrow--
human
O, I can’t stay long enough to sit down,
gpt
I suppose you wondered what I was doing. You see one of the chairs in my bed-room went to pieces the other day. Amy was sitting on it at the time, and she was quite mortified. Amy is plump, and she decided right away that she wouldn’t eat any more candy for six months, if she was getting so big that ordinary furniture wouldn’t bear her weight. Peggy interrupted herself by an infectious laugh and chattered on,
human
And so I’ve got to have a new chair--
gpt
A _new_ chair,
human
The new things for my room are a good deal like some folks’ new dresses, the made-over, new kind, you know. But I almost think I like them all the better. Take this chair, for instance. Peggy indicated the article in question by a sweeping gesture of her paint brush.
gpt
It isn’t much to look at just now.
human
No! Elaine acknowledged, apparently glad to find a point on which she could agree with Peggy.
gpt
It isn’t.
human
It’ll have to have quite a number of coats, Peggy explained.
gpt
And when the paint is thick enough, so that the black doesn’t show through, I’ll tack a square of blue denim over the seat. If you put it on with braid and gilt-headed tacks, it is quite effective.
human
O, I forgot!