human
Well, you are certainly a pretty girl, Nan, Gabriel's grandmother admitted,
gpt
When Francis Bethune and I are married! exclaimed Nan, giving a swift side-glance at Gabriel, who pretended to be reading.
human
Why, what put such an idea in your head, Grandmother Lumsden?
gpt
Why, it is on the cards, my dear. It is what, in my young days, they used to call the proper caper.
human
Well, when Frank and I are to be married, I'll send you a card of invitation so large that you will be unable to get it in the front door. She rose from the footstool, saying,
gpt
I must go home; good-bye, everybody; and send me word when you have chocolate cake.