human
Who is he?
gpt
One of your O'Callaghans, General,
human
Go back to the stove and get warm, my boy, he said.
gpt
You look cold.
human
Now, my boy, said the General, walking back to the stove,
gpt
Our eyes is the same color, he thought. And then he answered:
human
My mother told me to be makin' a pattern out of you. She told the same to Pat and Mike, too, and I'm goin' to do it better than they do, see if I don't. Why, they don't walk fine and straight like you do. But I can do it. I larned this morning.
gpt
And what were you peering in at the window for?
human
Sure and I wanted to be watchin' your face, so I did. 'Tis my mother as says I'm the born fighter, and she says, 'Look at the General. Does he be goin' round fightin' in times of peace? That he don't.' And she wants me to be like you and I'm goin' to be.
gpt
What's your name?
human
Jim.
gpt
Well, Jim, I don't think your mother meant that you should follow me through the street and try to walk like me. And you must not do so any more.
human
But I knows how now, sir,
gpt
Nevertheless you must not follow me about and imitate my movements any more,
human
And how am I to be like you then, if you won't let me do the way you do?
gpt
Ask your mother,
human
I won't, declared little Jim obstinately, when he found himself in the street.
gpt
I won't ask her.