human
Why, we have been over an hour from Westbury,
gpt
I wonder what Sally is doing now.
human
Reading her novel to Lord Algernon Fitznit,
gpt
Or to Green,
human
Or preparing for Newport,
gpt
And planning the donkey-dinner,
human
She was to give a fair for the hospital, you may remember, I say,
gpt
After the racing season, Pearl explains.
human
You know she has started a stable with Constance Wherry, and promises to give to the church all she makes in the ring.
gpt
Their colors?
human
Gold, Pearl answers;
gpt
To Mr. Nagidar, success,
human
To Mrs. Radigan--yesterday in Kansas City, to-day the smartest woman in town, to-morrow the patron saint of Society.
gpt
But Sally was never so enthusiastic over you, Pearl says, resting her chin on her clinched fists as she leans on the table and smiles at me.
human
Remember Plumstone Smith and the Duke of Nocastle--even Captain Lord Algernon Fitznit.
gpt
I prefer to forget them, I exclaim,
human
Ve-al, Pearl corrects me laughingly.
gpt
Thank Heaven, I have at last got rid of that dreadful name. People simply would not help me out with the French pronunciation.
human
Names are made in heaven--like marriages,
gpt
The same insight into human needs is shown in both cases, Pearl declares.
human
But, anyway, I could change mine.
gpt
And, thank Heaven, not to Smith nor to Fitznit,
human
Thank Heaven, says she. And she raises her glass and murmurs softly,
gpt
To Us!