human
Mrs Champernowne! Mrs Champernowne!
gpt
Yes, my dear, came from the foot of the stairs.
human
Oh, you have been quick!
gpt
No, no, I haven't, cried Rodd pettishly.
human
Here, I say, have you taken away my trousers?
gpt
Gracious me, no, my dear! What should I want with your trousers?
human
Take them down to brush perhaps, muttered the boy to himself, as he ran back to the other side of the bed and raised the counterpane.
gpt
Haven't slipped off and gone under, he muttered, and then as a fresh thought struck him he clapped his hands to his forehead and stood staring before him.
human
The thieves! he exclaimed.
gpt
They haven't been in here and taken all my clothes?
human
They have, though! he cried.
gpt
Here, Mrs Champernowne!--Boots and all. Oh, I can't tell her. Here, I must get my other suit out of the portmanteau. I won't wake uncle, because it's so early. Why, it can be only just sunrise; and he'd sit up and laugh at me. Oh, bother!
human
She's in the kitchen,