human
That's a new thing for Lottchen, I can tell you; she hates men as a rule.
gpt
You won't hate me, Lottchen, will you?
human
Don't worry Johann. He's got a bad face-ache.
gpt
Oh, I'm sorry. Am I hurting you?
human
Not a bit, my dear.
gpt
Well, you must run away now, child, you'll see plenty of Johann. What is it you want?
human
Miss Caldicott sent me to see if you're coming out with us as usual.