human
If that cat turns up missing some day, he said,
gpt
There's something queer about Claudius, anyway, ventured Dorothy.
human
Mrs. Smithers says that uncle killed him the week before he died, and----
gpt
Before who died?
human
Claudius--no, before uncle died, and she buried him, and he's come to life again.
gpt
Uncle, or Claudius?
human
Claudius, you goose,
gpt
If I knew just how nearly related we were, remarked Dick, irrelevantly enough,
human
I believe I'd kiss you. You look so pretty with all your dimples hung out and your hair blowing in the wind.
gpt
We're not related, she said, coolly,
human
Well, that's near enough, returned Dick, who was never disposed to be unduly critical.
gpt
Your husband is only related to you by marriage. Don't be such a prude. Come to the waiting arms of your uncle, or cousin, or brother-in-law, or whatever it is that I happen to be.
human
Go and kiss your friend Sally in the kitchen, laughed Dorothy.
gpt
You have my permission. Dick made a wry face.
human
I don't hanker to do it, he said,
gpt
What relation were you to Uncle Ebeneezer?
human
Uncle and I, sighed Dick,
gpt
Of course I will.
human
Shake hands on it, then; that's a good fellow. And say, did you say there was another skirt stopping here?
gpt
A--a what?
human
Petticoat, explained Dick, patiently;
gpt
Oh, answered Dorothy.
human
She's not more than twenty or twenty-one. Then, endeavouring to be just to Elaine, she added:
gpt
And a very pretty girl, too.
human
Lead me to her, exclaimed Dick ecstatically.
gpt
Already she is mine!
human
You'll see her at luncheon. There's the bell, now.