human
She is a coward after all. She dare not tell her father. She believes my tale, but she is not brave enough to see justice done to me and mine; so she tries to make up for it; she tries to salve her conscience and bribe me with gifts--gifts and flattery. I will have none of it. My rights--my true and just rights, or nothing! These parcels shall go back unopened to-morrow. She rose from her seat, and put them all tidily away on a side-table. She had scarcely done so before her husband's latch-key was heard in the hall-door. He came in with the weary look which was habitual to his thin face.
gpt
Oh, Angus, how badly you do want your tea!
human
What are those parcels, Lottie?
gpt
Never mind. Eat your supper first,
human
I can eat, and yet know what is in them. They give quite a Christmas and festive character to the place. And what is that I see lying on that chair--a new doll for Daisy? Why, has my careful little woman been so extravagant as to buy the child another doll?
gpt
I will tell you about the parcels and the doll if you wish it, she answered.
human
Miss Harman called when I was out, and brought cakes, and sweeties, and toys to the children. She also brought those parcels. I do not know what they contain, for I have not opened them. And she left a note for me. I cannot help the sweeties and cakes, for Harold and Daisy have eaten them; but the toys and those parcels shall go back to-morrow.
gpt
No, I am not hungry, dear. I am just a little overtired. May I see Miss Harman's note?