human
You could hide it at the bottom of the flour-barrel,
gpt
That would make me feel chokey,
human
Well, in the coal-cellar. Or in the dust-hole--that's the place! No one would think of looking for your heart in the dust-hole.
gpt
Worse and worse!
human
Well, the water-butt,
gpt
No, no; it would grow spongy there,
human
Well, what _will_ you do with it?
gpt
I will leave it a month longer where it is, and then I will give it to the Queen of the Kangaroos, and she will carry it in her pouch for me. It is best to change its place, you know, lest my enemies should scent it out. But, dear Doodlem, it's a fretting care to have a heart of one's own to look after. The responsibility is too much for me. If it were not for a bite of a radish now and then, I never could bear it.
human
Why don't you trust it to me, dear Thunderthump? said his wife.
gpt
I would take the best possible care of it.
human
I don't doubt it, my love. But the responsibility would be too much for _you_. You would no longer be my darling, light-hearted, airy, laughing Doodlem. It would transform you into a heavy, oppressed woman, weary of life--as I am.