human
What's the matter with you, Bill?
gpt
Nothing. I say, Daisy, why don't you go and get into some togs more suitable for 9 A.M.?
human
Because I'm hungry. Yes, James, omelet, and some of the fried chicken. Bill, don't you like me any more?
gpt
Yes, of course I do. But you ought to act more,--more polite, you know.
human
Oh, fiddlesticks! You mean more finicky,--like that paragon, Patty. You think she's perfect, because she never raises her voice above a certain pitch, and she expects all you men to lie down and let her walk over you.
gpt
She MAY walk over me, if she likes; and I want you to stop speaking of her in that slighting way, Daisy.
human
Oh, you do, do you? And, pray, what right have you to say HOW I shall speak of her?
gpt
The right that any man has, to take the part of one who is absent.
human
You'd like to have more rights than that, wouldn't you?
gpt
Maybe I would, but I'm not confiding in you.
human
You don't have to. Yours is an open secret. Everybody can see you're perfectly gone on that little pink and white thing!
gpt
That will do, Daisy; don't say another word of that sort!