human
Don't, Auntie Anthea,--don't! he pleaded.
gpt
I know Uncle Porges has gone away, an' left us, but you've got me left, you know,--an' I shall be a man--very soon,--before my time, I think. So--don't cry,--though I'm awful' sorry he's gone, too--just when we needed him the most, you know!
human
Oh Georgy! she whispered,
gpt
Well, never mind! said he, kneeling beside her, and drawing one small arm protectingly about her,
human
Baxter!
gpt
Sir?
human
Get me a pen, and ink!
gpt
Yes, sir.