human
Drink this milk, said the child's mother, offering the young girl an earthen bowl.
gpt
There is not much and I could not spare it if Philo would eat like other children, but it seems as if it hurt him to swallow. He drinks two or three drops and eats a mouthful, and then will take no more even if he is beaten.
human
You have not been beating him again? said Klea reproachfully, and drawing the child closer to her.
gpt
My husband-- said the woman, pulling at her dress in some confusion.
human
The child was born on a good day and in a lucky hour, and yet he is so puny and weak and will not learn to speak, and that provokes Pianchi.
gpt
He will spoil everything again! exclaimed Klea annoyed.
human
Where is he?
gpt
He was wanted in the temple.
human
And is he not pleased that Philo calls him 'father,' and you 'mother,' and me by my name, and that he learns to distinguish many things?
gpt
Oh, yes of course, said the woman.
human
He says you are teaching him to speak just as if he were a starling, and we are very much obliged to you.
gpt
That is not what I want, interrupted Klea.
human
What I wish is that you should not punish and scold the boy, and that you should be as glad as I am when you see his poor little dormant soul slowly waking up. If he goes on like this, the poor little fellow will be quite sharp and intelligent. What is my name, my little one?
gpt
Ke-ea, stammered the child, smiling at his friend.
human
And now taste this that I have in my hand; what is it?--I see you know. It is called-- whisper in my ear. That's right, mil--mil-milk! to be sure, my tiny, it is milk. Now open your little mouth and say it prettily after me-- once more--and again--say it twelve times quite right and I will give you a kiss--Now you have earned a pretty kiss--will you have it here or here? Well, and what is this? your ea-? Yes, your ear. And this?--your nose, that is right.