human
Well, here we are. I'm glad there's an end to all this wickedness and foolishness at last. Where's Mother Appleby?
gpt
She wasn't feeling jus' like coming, Father mumbled.
human
I'll take you to her.
gpt
How the devil are you earning a living?
human
Why, the gent that owns the biggest shoe-store here was so kind as to give me sort of work round the store like.
gpt
Yuh, as porter, I'll venture! You might just as well be sensible, for once in your life, Father, and learn that you're past the age where you can insist and demand and get any kind of work, or any kind of a place to live in, that just suits your own sweet-fancy. Business ain't charity, you know, and all these working people that think a business is run just to suit _them_--! And that's why you ought to have been more appreciative of all Lulu did for you--and then running away and bringing her just about to the verge of nervous prostration worrying over you!