human
What can be the matter with your Betty?
gpt
There's nothing the matter with her,
human
Why are your eyes so red, then?
gpt
My eyes are red because Dickie's lost.
human
Who's Dickie?
gpt
He is the largest spider I ever saw, and he grows bigger and fatter every day. But he is lost. We brought him from Scotland. He'd sting any one who tried to hurt him; so if any of you see him in your bedrooms or hiding under your pillows you'd best shriek out, for he is a dangerous sort, and ought not to be interfered with.
human
How perfectly appalling! said the girl now addressed.
gpt
You really oughtn't to keep horrid pets of that sort. And I loathe spiders.
human
Oh, well, you're not Scotch, replied Sylvia with a disdainful gesture.
gpt
Dickie is a darling to those he loves, but very fierce to those he hates.
human
And is that really why your eyes are so red? continued the girl--Hilda Morton by name.
gpt
Has it nothing to do with that wonderful sister of yours, and the strange fact that she has been expelled from the Speciality Club?
human
She hasn't been expelled!
gpt
Don't talk nonsense! The fact was mentioned on the blackboard. If you don't believe it, you can come and see for yourself.
human
She has left the club, but was not expelled, said Sylvia.
gpt
And I hate you, Hilda! You have no right to speak of my sister like that.