human
I'm a mediæval minstrel, a bard, a minne-singer, she declared.
gpt
And, best of all, I'm a success. I may become a monologist, at ever so much a night. Why, the children hung on my words--and they hung on my back and arms and knees besides.
human
You don't mean to say, Rob, she exclaimed,
gpt
Well, they didn't; they left them laxly.
human
My dear spinster-sister Prudence, children can't half listen if they don't wriggle--they must fidget about, or they get deaf in their brains--not their ears. You used to swarm all over me when I told you stories.
gpt
I was your sister,
human
Yes, you were; I even fancy sometimes you haven't outgrown being my sister, said Rob.
gpt
Proper or not, the dear little crowd had a perfectly scrumptious time, and they wanted me to promise to tell them a story every day. You see, I'm already like a sort of serial, which doesn't come out often enough. But the best of it is, I am actually earning money and helping my family.
human
You have always been the greatest help, Rob dear, said Mrs. Grey.
gpt
You have been our tonic ever since you were old enough to feel sympathy, and that was long ago.
human
If I'm a tonic, Wythie must be cold cream, or something healing, and Prue--what is Prudy? Violet extract to keep us dainty, I suspect,