human
Oh, baby doll! he said over and over.
gpt
If that isn't some engine!
human
Some lug box! remarked Peaches in that cryptic language in which she spoke to her familias.
gpt
Must have set pa back a bushel of berries!
human
I want to hit the trail for the Calais boat! said Mr. Pegg.
gpt
We aren't going to stay in England. There's no art in England. I had an English remittance man working for me once and he told me so. He says all the good art is in the Catholic countries, except what has been smuggled out of them. He told me so, and he was a educated feller. He educated me out of the entire pay roll one week, and is now working for the U. S. Government in San Quentin.
human
But, Mr. Pegg! I ventured to protest.
gpt
Think of Westminster Abbey and the Tower and Stratford-on-Avon, the home of Shakespere, and--and real English muffins and English culture generally. Surely you do not intend to deprive your daughter of it?
human
Not by a damn sight. Meaning no offense, Miss Talbot! said Silas.
gpt
But the trouble is they all speak English over here, and we got enough Boston accent right on your person. I figure that foreign travel is foreign travel, and I mean we should go right to Rome, the home of art; and after we do it up thoroughly, work back along the coast where they speak in Italian and French. Somehow it's foreigner!