human
Why do you look at me like that, Gabriel? she cried;
gpt
I am no ghost. And why do you walk so fast? I have been running after you as hard as I can. And, wasn't that Francis Bethune in the waggon with Mr. Sanders?
human
Did you run hard just to ask me that? Mrs. Absalom could have saved you all this trouble. The mention of Bethune's name had brought Gabriel to earth, and to commonplace thoughts again.
gpt
Yes, that was Master Bethune, and he has grown to be a very handsome young man.
human
Oh, he was always good-looking, said Nan lightly.
gpt
Where are you and Cephas going?
human
Straight home,
gpt
Well, I'm going there, too. I heard Nonny (this was Mrs. Absalom)
human
And didn't Mrs. Absalom tell you that Bethune was in the waggon with Mr. Sanders?
gpt
Oh, Gabriel! you are so-- Nan paused as if hunting for the right term or word. Evidently she didn't find it, for she turned to Gabriel with a winning smile, and asked what Mr. Sanders had had to say.
human
I'm so glad he's come I don't know what to do. I wouldn't live in a town that didn't have its Mr. Sanders,
gpt
Well, about the first thing he said was to remind Bethune of the time when you whacked him over the head with a cudgel.
human
And what did Master Francis say to that?
gpt
Why, what could he say? He simply turned red. Now, if it had been me, I----
human
Now--Gabriel--don't--say--disagreeable--things!