human
Good work! he cried, hugging them both.
gpt
You're better, Jane?
human
Yes.
gpt
You're as white as a cloud, but it's becoming.
human
The Bald One is outgrowing his title, Jane; he's getting quite a respectable wig.
gpt
Yes--isn't it too bad.
human
I don't know, Jane. Our æsthetic ideals are such that a bald child of eight or ten would not be considered beautiful.
gpt
Do you think he looks well, Jerry?
human
Yes, fine. He's all right. Terrifying, the way the little wretch gets sick and well. Jane, my dear!
gpt
I can't get over it. If I think back to that night I almost die.
human
Let's forget it, dear; it's over, and we're all here together. Perhaps a little more together than we ever were before,
gpt
You were wonderful, Jerry. I did not know how strong and tender you could be.
human
Christiansen called me up, Jane.
gpt
Yes.
human
I told him you and Baby had been ill, that I had been with you. He felt that he must see you, too.
gpt
Well?
human
I told him you were here.
gpt
Oh, Jerry!
human
He is coming to-morrow.
gpt
I can't see him. I can't stand any more emotion just now,
human
Jane, do you care for him so much?
gpt
When to-morrow?
human
In the afternoon,