human
Send that girl back again, Marian, cried Mrs. Chatterton.
gpt
I had just got her trained so that she suits me. It tires me to death to hear you.
human
I do not know whether Polly can come now, said Mrs. Whitney gently;
gpt
Do not know whether Polly can come! repeated Mrs. Chatterton sharply, and leaning forward in her chair.
human
Didn't I say I wanted her?
gpt
You did. Marian's tone did not lose a note of its ordinary gentleness.
human
But I shall ask her if she is willing to do it as a favor, Mrs. Chatterton; you quite understand that, of course?
gpt
Just like your father, cried Mrs. Chatterton, settling herself irascibly back in the chair-depths again.
human
There is no hope that affairs in this house will mend. I wash my hands of you.
gpt
I am so glad that you consider me like my father, said Mrs. Whitney gleefully as a child.
human
We surely are united on this question.
gpt
May I read some more?
human
Yes; I am waiting for you, said Mrs. Chatterton.
gpt
Begin where you left off.