human
Your baby likes our house, he said.
gpt
May she come to-morrow, and stop to tea?
human
Yes.
gpt
We'll bring her back some time--honour bright. Don't want that nasty nurse prancing 'bout.
human
Hush, Sandy!
gpt
Don't, reiterated Sandy sturdily;
human
I hope it is quite safe, Marjorie said a little anxiously, as Barbara was marched off to the nursery by all her swains, to be cleaned, and reinstated in her satin gown.
gpt
Sandy doesn't quite realise what a baby she is.
human
No harm could happen on the way down, Mr. Pelham said thoughtfully,
gpt
Are you dining at the Deanery to-morrow?
human
Yes, answered Marjorie.
gpt
Charity has some musical people coming down from London--and you----
human
Mr. Pelham and I have been practising together a good deal--he sent for some new songs from town. Our voices suit perfectly--there are very few evenings, when we are disengaged, that he doesn't find his way down the hill.