human
It is my present to you, said Lord Grayleigh,
gpt
Oh dear, oh dear, said Sibyl,
human
I don't want _everyone_ to tell me that I am to be a good girl. If it was father; but--don't please, Lord Grayleigh; I'll do a badness if you talk to me any more about being so good.
gpt
Well, I won't,
human
I 'spect father will write you a most loving letter about this, said Sibyl.
gpt
Won't he be 'sprised? And did you tell mother about me having a ride every morning?
human
I did.
gpt
And did you speak to her about the food for my pony all being paid for?
human
Yes, everything is arranged. Your pony shall be the best cared for in all London, and you shall ride him every day for half-an-hour before you go to school.
gpt
Oh, I never go to school, said Sibyl in a sorrowful voice.
human
I have a Miss Winstead to teach me. She is the sort that--oh, well, no matter; she means all right, poor thing. She wants the money, so of course she has to stay. She doesn't suit me a bit, but she wants the money. It's all right, isn't it?
gpt
So it seems, little girl; and now here is the carriage, and the pony has gone off to London already, and will be ready to take you on his back to-morrow morning. Be sure you think of a nice name for him.
human
Father will tell me a name. I won't let anybody else christen my ownest pony. Good-by, Lord Grayleigh. I like you very much. Say good-by to Mr. Rochester for me--oh, and there is Lady Helen; good-by, Lady Helen--good-by.