human
You’re sure ’t won’t inconvenience you a mite, Loviny? asked the latter, folding a brown paper parcel beneath her shawl as her anxious upturned face met Miss Berry’s benevolent gaze.
gpt
You won’t need the pattern this week?
human
No, I sha’n’t need it this week, answered Lovina pleasantly; then, as the other started off contentedly toward the little white gate, she added in an equable, unvexed undertone:
gpt
Your posies do smell so good, Loviny, Miss Getchell called back.
human
I s’pose you don’t care if I take some old man?
gpt
Take any old man you can get, Ann. I wouldn’t lay a straw in your way.
human
That’s an old joke, Loviny,