human
Down, down Cap!
gpt
Vita! called Nora in a subdued voice,
human
Come over this way!
gpt
Hush! Don't wake the folks, cautioned the maid, now beside Nora's bed.
human
I--just--come to--shut the window----
gpt
Oh, is there a window over there?
human
A little one, evaded Vita.
gpt
But why do you come up to this dirty place?
human
It isn't dirty, and I like attics.
gpt
You like it?
human
Why yes; why shouldn't I? I'm romantic you know.
gpt
Roman----
human
Oh, you don't understand. I'm sort of booky, like a story, you know, explained Nora loftily.
gpt
I love things that are like the parts of a story.