human
I do hope you're wearing your thick Jaegers, darling,
gpt
Not yet, he said.
human
I'm going to put them on to-morrow. He hung up the picture and backed gravely off the ladder, looking up at it, a smile of pride and satisfaction softening his over-delicate, rather supercilious face.
gpt
A little gem, Mother, though you probably don't think so, he announced good-naturedly.
human
Bruce Collier wanted it. He's got a fine collection.
gpt
Bruce Collier, Mrs. Walbridge pursed her lips thoughtfully.
human
I've heard his name. Who is he, Paul?
gpt
The chap who wrote 'Reek.' Crichell was talking about him here one night in the summer. There's the book an the table. He gave it to me.
human
What beautiful paper, she said slowly,
gpt
Oh, yes. Nares publishes him. Now I'm going to put the Kakemono here, Mother. He indicated a blank space on the wall near his writing-table.
human
Will you get it? You won't be sorry to have it out of the girls' room, will you?
gpt
You'll be surprised, dear, but, do you know, I have got quite used to those monkeys, and really like them now!