human
Good-night, mother!
gpt
And so the magistrate thought you guilty, Dick?
human
Yes, mother, he flashed out,
gpt
Ah! exclaimed Mrs Winthorpe, flinging her arms about his neck.
human
That's my boy who spoke out then. Dick, if you had spoken out like that to your father and everyone they would not have suspected you for a moment. There, good-night! It will all come right at last.