human
You are such nice boys, cried Rob, approvingly.
gpt
Just as big geese as we are ourselves.
human
Bigger, physically, but mentally we yield to you,
gpt
Do you expect to be a painter, Bart?
human
I'd like to be; they say I can't tell what I want till I finish college, but I think I know, said Bartlemy.
gpt
I want to go off to Europe and live in galleries for a few years, and then try my own hand.
human
I mean to teach school, said pretty Prue, looking as picturesquely unlike such a career as was possible.
gpt
I'm the only one that is getting a regular school training; Wythie and Rob did lessons at home, but I'm to be properly educated. So I shall teach. Unless I sing,
human
Bruce has been a doctor, according to his own verdict, ever since he could speak,
gpt
And Basil doesn't care what he does, provided it puts a pen between his fingers, and encloses him in four walls lined with books,
human
I think I shall be a motorman, said Rob, gravely.
gpt
I get so deadly tired sometimes of hearing no clang or rattle! There is a monotony about my youth that will drive me to trolleys, or a Ferris wheel when I grow up. I'd like to see things hum.