human
complained Toddie;
gpt
I suppose I could, replied the gentleman,
human
You poor old fellow! said Mrs. Burton, tenderly. Then she turned to her nephews, and exclaimed:
gpt
Now, boys, listen to me! Uncle Harry is very sick to-day--he has a dreadful toothache, and every particle of bother and noise will make it worse. You must both keep away from his room, and be as quiet as possible wherever you may be in the house. Even the sound of people talking is very annoying to a person with the toothache.
human
Then you's a baddy woman to stay in here an' keep a-talkin' all the whole time, said Toddie,