human
Rob, my dear, precious girl, I'm so thankful you're here I can't care how your mission ended, cried Mrs. Grey, holding Rob off at arm's length to see her better, and folding her closer than before.
gpt
I have seen you crushed by trolleys, lost, weary, frightened, till I could not forgive myself for letting you go.
human
Dear Mardy-goosie, you see I'm all right, and you'd better care how my mission ended, for it's worth caring about, cried Rob.
gpt
You see I didn't come home on my shield, so maybe you can guess who's the victor.
human
Rob, have you good news?
gpt
I have a lovely old gentleman coming up here to see the invention, and he is positively going to make an offer for it, but he couldn't tell how much it would be. The only thing he could say was that it would be considerably more than Mr. Marston's offer,
human
You splendid, splendid Rob!
gpt
That's because I succeeded; if I'd failed, and sticking to my guns had lost us the first offer, without getting a second one, you'd hardly have forgiven me, Prudy. I begin to see why this is called an unjust world, said Rob, wisely.
human
But I'm ravenous, dear folkses--can't you feed a poor wanderer, while she tells her story?
gpt
Rob, dear, we are devouring you so hard with our eyes and ears and hearts we forget how tired you must be! exclaimed Wythie, self-reproachfully.
human
We made some fresh gingerbread, in case of company from the metropolis, and we've some freshest fresh eggs from Mr. Flinders to-day--you shall not starve long, dearie.
gpt
And little Polly Flinders? asked Rob.
human
How's the poor mite?
gpt
Wonderfully well; she begged to be allowed to stay up to see if you wouldn't come to-night,
human
Let me go get her; it won't hurt her to bring her down, wrapped up in her gown. She'll like to hear me tell my story, even if she doesn't understand much about it.