human
My son, can you ever grow up to be as little a boy as your father?
gpt
Has he gone out?
human
Who? Mr. Paxton? Yes.
gpt
I blabbed about the room.
human
I don't understand.
gpt
He ast me if you had a key,
human
Oh!
gpt
I could ha' bit my tongue out....
human
That's all right. I may have forgotten to speak about the room; I don't remember.
gpt
I thought mebbe he was mad. Men are so queer about things.
human
No, he wasn't mad, I'm sure. It's all right, Mrs. Biggs. Nine o'clock to-morrow.
gpt
Yes'm.
human
Jerrykins, I wonder if thy great-great-great-granddaughter will be able really to call her soul her own. Jerry could have a whole series of workshops, of which I knew nothing, and consider it his business only; but if my soul has one unexplored corner--my body one unexplained resting place--I am no true wife! The times, my son, are _always_ out of joint,