human
Who is that altogether adorable, that unspeakably beautiful lady in black?--the one with the pearl comb that looks like a crown?
gpt
That's mother,
human
I thought so. At least I didn't know any other way to account for her.
gpt
Why does she have to be accounted for?
human
For the same reason that you do, said the audacious youth.
gpt
You explain your mother and your mother explains you, a little, at any rate. Where is the celebrated crimson rambler, please?
human
You are sitting on it,
gpt
Bless my soul! he exclaimed.
human
Why didn't you tell me? I have a great affection for that rambler; it was your planting it that first made me--think favorably of you. Has it any roses on it? I can't see in this light.
gpt
It is almost out of bloom; there may be a few at the top somewhere; I'll look out my window to-morrow morning and see.
human
At about what hour?
gpt
How should I know?
human
Oh! you're not to be depended on! said Tom rebukingly.
gpt
Just give me your hand a moment; step on that lowest rung of the trellis, now one step higher, please; now stretch up your right hand and pick that little cluster, do you see it?--That's right; now down, be careful, there you are, thank you! A rose in the hand is worth two in the morning.
human
Put it in your button hole, said Nancy.
gpt
It is the last; I gave your father one of the first a month ago.
human
I shall put this in my pocket book and send it to my mother in a letter, Tom replied. (
gpt
And tell her it looks just like the girl who planted it, he thought;
human
Now come in and meet mother, said Nancy.
gpt
The polka is over, and soon they will be 'forming on' for The Tempest.