human
Well, Mr. Richard Alton, Donelle said one night as she watched him puff his pipe,
gpt
I went up to the wood-cabin to-day to see how much painting you’d done and I found it locked. I looked into the window and there was something hung inside.
human
Little girls mustn’t snoop,
gpt
Very well, she said,
human
Meaning whose?
gpt
You’ll have to hunt and find, Mr. Richard Alton.
human
Why don’t you spank her, Mam’selle? he asked.
gpt
She’s a little rascal. Then:
human
Whose fiddle is that?
gpt
How did you know it was a fiddle?
human
Well, it’s a fiddle case. Of course, Mam’selle may keep cheese in it!
gpt
It’s—it’s my fiddle, Donelle’s gaiety fled,
human
Why?
gpt
Well, everything that went with the fiddle has gone! I’m trying to forget it.
human
Mam’selle, Norval frowned his darkest,
gpt
No, Mr. Alton, never!
human
It can be made to, Mam’selle. Again, I advise spanking.