human
No, it's not mine; it's one I borrowed, so I washed it,
gpt
What's your name, I wonder?
human
Bertillia,
gpt
But we call her Tiddles, said a jolly-looking, round-faced person on Joey's right.
human
At least the big ones did first, and we caught it off them. And she's like a Tiddles, isn't she--just a sort of little kitten thing you can pick up.
gpt
You squeeze me when you pick me up, Ros-ie,
human
How old is she?
gpt
Oh, she's six--but isn't she small--people think she's only two or three, Rosie answered.
human
She's Belgian, you know, and Miss Conyngham has taken her 'cause she's got nobody. Her mother got killed, and the one who brought her to England died of tiredness, poor thing--she had to walk and walk and carry Tiddles. She found her, you know; and look what those pigly Germans had done to her. Show your arm, Tiddles, darling.