human
PLEASE, I want to go, too, Jim.
gpt
Say, how dare you call your father Jim--eh, tell me that?
human
It's what mummy calls you--it's pretty.
gpt
I don't call her 'mummy' because you do, and you mustn't call me Jim because she does--do you hear? The whimsical face lowered a little, then the rare and beautiful dark blue eyes raised slowly, shaded by the long lashes, and the voice said demurely,
human
Yes--Jim.
gpt
Nancy--Nancy, said a voice from the corner in reproof, mingled with suppressed laughter.
human
Nancy, you musn't be saucy. You must say 'father' to--
gpt
Yes, mummy. I'll say father to--Jim.
human
You imp--you imp of delight,