human
Ah, Roberta dear, how are you to-day?
gpt
Pretty horrid, thank you, Cousin Peace, said Rob, penitently,
human
Anything wrong? asked
gpt
Cousin Peace.
human
Nothing new, nothing much, and everything, said Rob, with Delphic ambiguity.
gpt
We're not any richer, and Mardy's been worried, but we've found some nice new boy friends. Still, Aunt Azraella's there this afternoon, rather more trying than ordinarily--she even made Wythie furiously mad. So you can see whether good or bad prevails.
human
Your Aunt Azraella must not prevail--to anger you, dearie, said Cousin Peace, gently.
gpt
She is one of those unfortunate souls that can't see any difference in size between her mountains and her mole-hills. She always reminds me of the old fable of the astronomer who had a fly in his telescope, and thought a new world had rolled into space in the field his glass swept. It is quite as bad as being totally blind to lack perspective, I sometimes think, Robin. If you once grasp the fact that only essentials are essential, dear, you will have mastered the secret of good and happy living. And your Aunt Azraella is not essential,