human
Miss Winstead, said Ogilvie,
gpt
I shall soon be back, my little love,
human
Isn't it wonderful, she said, turning to her governess,
gpt
I should think you did, replied Miss Winstead.
human
Shall I go on reading you the new fairy tale, Sibyl?
gpt
Not to-day, thank you, Miss Winstead,
human
Then what shall I read?
gpt
I don't think anything, just now. Father has been reading the most beautiful inciting things about a saint called John, who wrote a story about the New Jerusalem. Did you ever read it?
human
You mean a story out of the Bible, from the Book of Revelation?
gpt
Perhaps so; I don't quite know what part of the Bible. Oh, it's most wonderful inciting, and father reads so splendid. It's about what happens to people when their wings are grown long. Did you never read about it, Miss Winstead? The New Jerusalem _is_ so lovely, with streets paved with gold, same as the gold in the gold mine, you know, and gates all made of big pearls, each gate one big whole pearl. I won't ask you to read about it, 'cos I like father's way of reading best; but it's all most wonderful and beautiful.