human
My poor child, she said,
gpt
W-what!
human
Why, no. How in the world could you make such a mistake?
gpt
What is the matter with him? she asked.
human
I can't see anything the matter with him. If his legs are a trifle--refined in contour--a bicycle will help----
gpt
But, Ethra, this is not a hospital, dear. This is not a sanitarium. We don't want any imperfect living creature inside this preserve.
human
W-w-what is your decision?
gpt
The first vote, said Miss Challis,
human
I think he's the limit,
gpt
Why, Jessica!
human
The next vote, continued Betty Challis,
gpt
Oh, Jessica! pleaded Ethra, catching her hands and pressing them to her own breast,
human
I--I beg you will let him remain--if only for a few days! Please, please, dear. I _know_ his calves will grow if scientifically massaged; and if he is hygienically fed he will improve----
gpt
Well, then, Betty, she said to Miss Challis,
human
I vote we keep him under observation for a day or two. Give him the yellow ribbon.
gpt
I'm afraid we won't be able to keep him, dear. But if you'd like to have a little fun with him and jolly him along, why--why, I was a flirt myself in the old days of the old regime.
human
That is all I want, said Ethra, dimpling with delight.
gpt
I want to see how far I can go with him just for the fun of it.