human
Ah, that rascal of a father of yours! she wheezed to Yvonne, relapsing into the Breton language, as was her invariable habit when excited, either in anger or mirth.
gpt
And this other overgrown imp! When they're beaten in argument they try to kill me. _Gars!_ A nice lot I'm bringing to the holy chapel!
human
Never mind, _chère maman_, said the girl, taking her father's place, and clasping the plump arm affectionately.
gpt
When we descend the other side of the hill you'll have them at your mercy. Then you can tell them what you really think of them.
human
They know now. Artists, indeed! Acrobats, I call them! Making sport of a poor old woman! Not that I'm astonished at anything Monsieur Ingersoll does. Everybody admits that he is touched here, and she dabbed a fat finger at her glistening forehead,
gpt
What's that? inquired Tollemache; for Madame Pitou was speaking French again.
human
Where is this tower?
gpt
Oh, you'll shiver when you see it! You Americans eat so much beef that you can never leave the earth. That's why Frenchmen fly while you walk.
human
Or run, my cabbage. You must admit that we can run?
gpt
The good Lord gave you those long legs for some purpose, no doubt.
human
Well, _Maman_, we offered our petitions. What did you ask for?
gpt
May the dear saint forgive me, but the monkey chatter of those two infidels put my prayer clean out of my head!
human
Gee whizz! exclaimed Tollemache.
gpt
This time I'll run in earnest, or I'll catch it hot and strong,
human
No harm done, said Ingersoll.
gpt
Mère Pitou has all she wants in this world, and will enter the next with pious confidence.