human
Oh, I'll take yer to see Dame Peters while Bob unloads the boat,
gpt
And shall I see the shops?
human
Shops, shops! repeated the fisherman, resting on his oars for a minute to stare at the little girl.
gpt
Well, there's a shop, he said, slowly;
human
Do they sell books?
gpt
What does a little 'un like you know about books? he said.
human
But I know of something they do sell, as 'll suit you a deal better; they sell sweets, and almond rock, as well as 'bacca and bread, and you shall have some, my deary.
gpt
Don't they sell books, too, daddy? I'd rather have a book than almond rock,
human
Why, what do you want with a book, a little 'un like you?
gpt
We both wants it, Dick and me; we wants to find out whether God loves boys as well as gals.
human
Well, you are a rum 'un as ever I came across. Did you hear that, Bob?
gpt
What's she saying now?
human
What was, it little 'un--whether God loved boys and gals, wasn't it?
gpt
He don't love none of us, I can tell her that, said Bob, sharply.
human
He forgot us long ago, if ever He knowed anything about us.
gpt
There, what d'ye think o' that, little 'un?
human
I think God knows all about the Point, 'cos He loves me, and He listens when I say my prayers. But s'pose I tell him, she suddenly added, as though the thought had just occurred to her;
gpt
I can ask Him to bless you and mammy, and Dick and Bob. But I should like to get a book,
human
Oh, the sweets 'll do as well,