human
Martha, she asked, as she took down her hair,
gpt
Oh, Mr. Brotherton, cried the boy,
human
I've been looking for you!
gpt
Well, here I am; what's the trouble?
human
Grant sent me, returned the boy,
gpt
Grant? and then,
human
Oh--why, Kenyon, I didn't know you. You are certainly that human bean-stalk, son. Let's take a look at you. Well, say-- Mr. Brotherton stopped and backed up and paused for dramatic effect. Then he exploded:
gpt
Say, boy, if I had you in an olive wood frame, I could get $2.75 or $3.00 for you as Narcissus or a boy Adonis! You surely are the angel child!