human
Don't we belong to Beulah, dear?
gpt
Yes, we does, he lisped,
human
So you shall, precious!
gpt
I was measured on Muddy this morning, wasn't I, Muddy, and I was half way to her belt; and in Charlestown I was only a little farder up than her knees. All the time I'm growing up she's ungrowing down! She's smallering and I'm biggering.
human
Are you afraid your mother'll be too small, sweet Pete?
gpt
No! this very stoutly.
human
Danny Harmon's mother's more'n up to the mantelpiece and I'd hate to have my mother so far away!