human
Mercy! cried Mona,
gpt
Nonsense, said Patty,
human
I'm versed in the ways of crabs. I'll attend to them. What else, Mona?
gpt
Oh, here are some queer looking things from the butcher's. I don't know what they are. Can they be brains?
human
No, they're sweetbreads, and fine ones, too. And here is the romaine for the salad, and lovely squabs to roast. Oh, Mona, I'm just in my element! I LOVE to do these things; you know I'm a born cook. But I must have a helper.
gpt
I know; Marie always helped Francois. They were a splendid pair. It's a pity Aunt Adelaide had to stir them up so,--and all over nothing.
human
Well, don't cry over spilt eggs. I'll do up this luncheon, and I'll fix it so I can slip up and dress, and appear at the table as if nothing had happened. The waitress and the butler can manage the serving process?
gpt
Oh, yes. I HATE to have you do it, Patty, but I don't know what else to do. Here, I'll help you.
human
All right, Mona; catch that side of the basket, and slide them in, all together. It seems awful to scald them, but the sooner the quicker. Now,--in they go!