human
Here's Dr. Fisher! shouted Dick suddenly.
gpt
Now, you old fellow, you, and shaking his small fist at his lame leg,
human
And as the doctor came in,
gpt
I've a secret.
human
Well, then, you would better keep it, said Dr. Fisher.
gpt
Good morning, to Mrs. Whitney.
human
Our young man here is getting ahead pretty fast, I should think. How's the leg, Dicky?
gpt
The leg is all right, cried Dick;
human
I'm going to step on it,
gpt
Dicky!
human
Softly--softly now, young man, said Dr. Fisher.
gpt
I suppose you want me to cure that leg of yours, and make it as good as the other one, don't you?
human
Why, of course, replied Dick;
gpt
Well, I won't agree to do anything of the sort, said the little doctor coolly,
human
I've been patient, exclaimed Dick, in a dudgeon,
gpt
Well, sir, I think that I can promise that you can go home Saturday. You've improved beyond my expectation.
human
Dicky, said Mrs. Whitney, smiling into his downcast face,
gpt
I'm glad,