human
There's a painter.
gpt
I wonder what he's painting.
human
Maybe he'll paint us.
gpt
Let's see what he's doing.
human
I should like to see a man paint. And the crowd flowed on, getting in front of the sketcher, and creeping round behind him for a peep over his shoulder. The artist closed his sketch-book and retreated, and the stout woman, balked of that prey, turned round a moment to the view, exclaimed,
gpt
Ain't that elegant!
human
I wonder, Mr. King was saying,
gpt
If they are, said the artist,
human
Did it never occur to your highness that they may prefer to be comfortable rather than picturesque, and that they may be ignorant that they were born for artistic purposes?
gpt
I doubt about the comfort,
human
And so do I, said Miss Sumner.
gpt
What on earth do you suppose made those girls come up here in white dresses, blowing about in the wind, and already drabbled? Did you ever see such a lot of cheap millinery? I haven't seen a woman yet with the least bit of style.
human
Poor things, they look as if they'd never had a holiday before in their lives, and didn't exactly know what to do with it,
gpt
Don't you believe it. They've been to more church and Sunday-school picnics than you ever attended. Look over there!