human
I suppose it is too late to get some of the ice cream? said Miss Debby, losing no time in attacking what was set before her;
gpt
It is totally erroneous! she exclaimed;
human
I used none but the purest cream, and that without boiling; I don't know how the old lady could have made such a mistake, unless it was that she got some of the almond, which, perhaps, had too much of the bitter-almond flavor for her taste.
gpt
Perhaps so; and she said that she did not venture to taste the Charlotte-Russe, fearing it might turn out to be nothing but sponge-cake and custard, without jelly or whipped cream. But if it was all like this, nobody could complain of it;
human
Your party, on the whole, made something of a talk, Mrs. Smith,
gpt
I was out making calls the day the invitations went round. You know making calls is a business with me, when I undertake it. I commence directly after breakfast, and keep on till night, eating my dinner wherever I suppose dinner chances to be ready. Well, the first I heard of your intentions was from Mrs. Harvey, who said she wondered you could think yourself under obligations to give a party to Julia Goldsborough, though, to be sure, like some other of your devices, she supposed that was only a _ruse_; and she was surprised that the Goldsboroughs were willing to be cat's paws to help you along in 'society.'
human
That was to Mrs. Nicolas and me, pursued Miss Debby;
gpt
Oh, I don't mind what people say,
human
I know you don't, or, at least, that you don't resent any thing toward persons of such standing as those two, or I would not have repeated the conversation. But, is it true, that you had some trouble to get the party out of your husband?
gpt
Mr. Smith and I always act in concert,
human
Do you? well, that's a happy thing. I understood quite the contrary, though, that you always carried the day, from what Mrs. Joe Culpepper said. I was at her house when your invitation came in, and after she had opened it, she exclaimed, with her sly laugh, 'Only think, Miss Debby, that manoeuvring, pushing Mrs. Pelby Smith has at last worried her poor husband into giving a party!' and from the way she pitied Mr. Smith, I inferred she must have some reason to believe that if you did not wield a pretty high hand, he would not be quite such a man of wax as he seems.
gpt
Goldsboroughs, the Pendletons, the Longacres, and the Van Pelts,