human
A compliment about me, he laughed.
gpt
Doubtless too great a one to be said aloud.
human
You needn't fancy _that_, said the Butcher rudely.
gpt
You hear a good many compliments, I don't deny, but they all come from the same source--your own block of a head. When you are absent you get few enough, that I know for a positive fact.
human
Not that there is anything surprising in it, the Baker said to the Hansom-driver in quite as rude a manner as the Butcher.
gpt
I am not yet aware that you are a subject for compliments.
human
misquoted the Hansom-driver with great conceit;
gpt
Your face! exclaimed the Butcher.
human
Why, a sheep's face is more to be admired than yours.
gpt
I beg to differ, the Hansom-driver said, shaking his head.
human
I've never yet seen a really good-looking face amongst a flock of sheep.
gpt
So you actually think yours is good-looking? sneered the Baker.
human
Why, I could make a better-looking one out of a piece of dough.
gpt
I defy you to, the Hansom-driver replied.
human
A face like mine is not easily copied. Nor am I the only person of that opinion. All the ladies think that I am beautiful. And of course I go by what they think.
gpt
And who, he asked, with a bow towards a little group of lady dolls,
human
Do you think they consider you good-looking? inquired the Clown.
gpt
Get along, you dreamer!
human
I do not think it, I know it,
gpt
We don't, said the Butcher and the Baker.
human
Put it to the proof. We challenge you. Let the ladies vote upon the matter and they will prove you mistaken.
gpt
Very well, answered the Hansom-driver.
human
The result will be favorable to me. Of that I have no doubt.
gpt
All right! To business, said the Butcher.
human
What about the ladies' decision as to this fellow's claim of beauty?
gpt
Ay; when shall it be given?
human
In a fortnight at the earliest, said the Clown.
gpt
The making up of ladies' minds, as of Christmas puddings, requires plenty of thought and preparation.
human
Good!