human
To-morrow afternoon, Barbara, let that young man have the blue room--the large room. You know which I mean?
gpt
Yes, uncle.
human
See that everything is nice and in order. And, Barbara----
gpt
Yes, uncle,
human
Mr. Reynold Harding will probably look down on you. I suspect he thinks that you and I are about fit to black his boots. Be civil, of course, but you needn't do it.
gpt
I'm sure I don't want, said the girl quietly;
human
By Jove! he said,
gpt
In my service, said Barbara.
human
Now I come to think of it, it seems to me that I ought to clean them.
gpt
Nonsense! her uncle exclaimed, still smiling at the remembrance.
human
And you saw him roll into the ditch?--Barbara, the poor fellow must hate you like poison!
gpt
I dare say he does,
human
Mitchelhurst.