human
Chil'run, beloved chil'run, said Bonaventure, standing once more by his desk,
gpt
No, I
human
But surely, sir, than a greater?--Yes, I discover it, though you smile. Chil'run--friends--not the State Sup'inten'ent, but greater!--Pardon; have yo' chair, sir.
gpt
Why, the examination's over, isn't it? Guess you'd better call it finished, hadn't you?
human
Figu'atively speaking, 'tis conclude'; but--pardon--you mention' writing. Shall you paht f'om us not known--not leaving yo' name--in a copy-book, for examp'?
gpt
With pleasure. You do teach writing?
human
If I teach writing? To such with desks, yes. 'Twould be to all but for the privation of desks. You perceive how we have here nothing less than a desk famine. Madelaine! Claude! Sidonie!--present copy-book'! Sir, do you not think every chile should be provided a desk?--Ah! I knew 'twould be yo' verdic'. But how great trouble I have with that subjec'! Me, I think yes; but the parents, --he looked tenderly over among them,--
gpt
How about, asked the stranger, with a smile, as he turned the leaves,
human
Ah! sir, said Bonaventure, half to the stranger and half to the assemblage,
gpt
Chil'run, he has select' the book of Sidonie!