human
Miss Gracie, she asked, as she followed Grace down the stairs,
gpt
What makes you say I put her in there, Betty?
human
Kase I seed you, he, he, he!
gpt
Did you? asked Gracie, looking still more alarmed than at the summons to the dressing-room.
human
Don't tell mamma, Betty. I'll give you a penny and help you make a frock for your doll if you won't.
gpt
See, Gracie dear, I am making a lace collar for you, and I want to try it on to see if it fits.
human
Now, Betty, get a dust-pan and brush and sweep up that glass. Don't leave the least bit of it on the carpet, lest some one should tramp on it and cut her foot.
gpt
Some one has broken that cut-glass perfume bottle you have always admired so much, Gracie. Aren't you sorry?
human
Yes, I am, mamma. I never touch your things when you're not here.