human
to be applied to his room.
gpt
See, Rob, my son, he cried, triumphantly brandishing aloft the magic slip of paper.
human
Your worthless father is not quite useless, is he? They shall find out some day that Sylvester Grey is not the drone they think him.
gpt
Take that to your mother, child, and tell her to cease worrying; that there is the money she needed, and that when the machine is finished she shall never again know what anxiety is, continued the dreamer, magnificently.
human
And it will be done soon--in a few months, Rob--and while it is getting placed I will turn my attention to this sort of thing, and we shall be very comfortable while waiting to be rich. Why, when my mind is free, Roberta, it is a low estimate to reckon that I can make a hundred dollars a month by my pen.
gpt
Of course you can, Patergrey, echoed inexperienced Rob, confidently.
human
Will it take long to place the bricquette machine when it is done?
gpt
Oh, as to that, no one can tell--probably not, but there are delays always liable to occur in the disposing of a patent. But this one is in such demand--no, I think there will hardly be much delay. Not that it matters seriously--the important thing is to get it off my mind; that will leave me free, as I said. But run along and take this check to your mother, Rob; she must be gladdened as soon as possible. Just wait till I make it payable to her order,
human
Indeed, I am not going to take it to her, Patergrey, declared Rob.
gpt
You must give it to her yourself; what have I to do with it?
human
Oh, I can't, said Mr. Grey, flushing and hanging back like a school-boy.
gpt
You have a great deal to do with it. Take it, and tell her you got me to write the article, there's a good fellow!
human
Isn't it queer how almost all American little boys are ashamed to do nice things? But this little boy must do as he's bid, laughed Rob, feeling, as she often did, as though this tall, unpractical, lovable dreamer were actually a little child.
gpt
I'll tell you what we'll do: You go out and sit on the steps, Patergrey, and I'll go tell Mardy there are several tons of coal and some other things outside, and send her out to see. And she'll find you there. And when she comes, you'll hand her the check, and after she gets her breath we'll have a jubilation. Run along, little Patergrey; we don't get hundred-dollar checks often enough to take this one in a commonplace, every-day way--we must make a celebration of it.