human
You're his daughter--ain't you, Miss Minnie?
gpt
Whose, Mr. Toosypegs?
human
Why, him, you know: him that was drowned.
gpt
No, I guess not, said Erminie, thoughtfully;
human
Ray called me his little sister, one day, before grandmother, and she told him to hush, that I wasn't his sister. I guess I'm his cousin, or something; but I don't think I'm his sister.
gpt
Your father and mother are dead, I reckon,
human
Yes, I suppose so; but I dare say you'll laugh, Mr. Toosypegs, but it never seems so. I dream sometimes of the strangest things.
gpt
Good gracious! what do you dream, Miss Minnie? I'm sure I haven't the least notion of laughing at all. I feel as serious as anything,