human
I suppose Miss Conyngham thought I should like it,
gpt
Rubbish! As though the Head would stop to think about that, Ingrid answered crushingly.
human
Think again, Kid. Is she an aunt of yours by any chance?
gpt
No--but we both live in Scotland, you see,
human
The cheek of the babe--as though Scotland were a private belonging of those two, burst in another huge Sixth Former, and Ingrid suddenly put both arms round Joey and lifted her on to a desk.
gpt
Now there you stay, until you have supplied a really adequate reason why you--merely an uppish new kid--should be granted the glorious privilege of meeting our Miss Craigie.
human
Want the real reason?
gpt
Yes, and hurry up with it.
human
Then go on wanting it!
gpt
Oh, get off that desk and go to your classroom, ordered Ingrid.
human
You are the purple limit in assertiveness. _I_ don't know why I put up with it.
gpt
P'r'aps because you can't help it,
human
Are you whole and entire? Noreen demanded.
gpt
My dear Joey, Ingrid will strew the floor with your remains if you don't look out. _I'd_ never dare speak to her like that; I'd sooner cheek Miss Conyngham.
human
Joey boasted, vain-gloriously.
gpt
It's rather sport to see what she'll say next.
human
No talking!
gpt
Just you wait!