human
Oh, Rosemary! Nina Edmonds pounced upon her at once.
gpt
Come and see if the tables don't look pretty. Did you wear your brown velvet?
human
White linen, she stated briefly.
gpt
I can't bother about clothes to-night, Nina. I want to put the soup on to re-heat right away.
human
Rosemary, Miss Parsons beckoned to her,
gpt
I just tasted the soup and it is delicious, but I think a grain more of salt will improve it. Just a dash, dear, and if you're afraid of getting too much in, don't touch it. Everything going all right?
human
All right, nodded Rosemary, forbearing to mention that Fannie Mears refused to speak to her and was evidently cherishing a smoldering resentment that might burst into flame at an awkward moment. Two of the girls were limping about in high heeled shoes and these must be shielded from the critical eye and caustic tongue of the cooking teacher, lest they become temperamental and refuse to