human
Good Lord!
gpt
I don't think it is a visitor, soothed Frances.
human
What is it, Susan?
gpt
I dunno! Some sassy niggah jes' poked dis box at me an' run off.
human
Here! he snatched it up and set it forcibly on the hearth.
gpt
Flowers! And the thing is wet!
human
Miss Frances Holloway, she read;
gpt
for the top wrenched off disclosed a sheaf of chrysanthemums, white and yellow, and a card,
human
Mr. Frank Lawson.
gpt
They are for all, of course! she filled her arms with them and got to her feet.
human
Take this box in the kitchen, Susan.
gpt
Wait! her father called,
human
We are going shopping in the morning, and there is a tally-ho party to Monticello this afternoon.
gpt
You are going?
human
This morning.
gpt
And this afternoon?
human
I scarcely think I shall go. I have been up to Monticello so often, and I think I'll stay at home and make a cake.
gpt
Why don't you go, Frances?
human
It will be a chocolate cake, she was laughing at him over the sheaf of chrysanthemums,