human
Don't talk any more about it, he cried a trifle impatiently.
gpt
I was a muff to stick on, when I knew we were going over. Mamma, won't you stop them?
human
Do you know, Dicky and I have a secret to tell all of you good people.
gpt
Really, Marian, said her father, whose hand had scarcely ceased patting Dick's brown head since the boy's home-coming,
human
Now listen, father, and all you good people, to my secret--Dicky's and mine; we are allowed to tell it now. Papa Whitney sailed in the Servia, and he ought to be in to-day!
gpt
Life holds sunshine yet.
human
Yes, and he is never, never going back again. That is, unless he takes mamma and me, you know.
gpt
Do go! She tossed an imperative command with her jeweled fingers.
human
You have ceased to be amusing since your interest is all in the other room with that boy.