human
I hope, Tabby, said Mrs. Tag-rag, with subdued excitement, as they rattled homeward,
gpt
La, ma, how can I tell? quoth Miss Tag-rag, petulantly.
human
I must go where Mr. Titmouse chooses, of course; and no doubt he'll take sittings in one of the West End churches; you know, _you_ go where _pa_ goes--_I_ go where Titmouse goes! But I _will_ come sometimes, too--if it's only to show that I'm not above it, you know. La, what a stir there will be! The three Miss Knipps--I do so hope they'll be there! I'll have your pew, ma, lined with red velvet; it will look so genteel.
gpt
I'm not quite so sure, Tabby, though, interrupted her father, with a certain swell of manner,
human
He's a _love_ of a man, pa, isn't he?