human
She looked rather ill, said Lorry pityingly.
gpt
Her aunt was boiling some decoction of herbs. Madeleine is to be dosed.
human
If I was her aunt, I'd set her to scrub the stairs, commented Mère Pitou emphatically.
gpt
Work is the only tonic Madeleine needs. When the hands are busy the wits don't stray.
human
Is she up in the air about Peridot? inquired Tollemache.
gpt
Before he went away he told me she wouldn't speak to him; but he shouldn't have taken it so seriously.
human
Didn't Captain Popple say something about bringing Peridot here tomorrow? she said.
gpt
If he comes, he and Madeleine will soon bury the hatchet, especially when they know that Mrs. Carmac means to present Peridot with a fully equipped _vague_ [sardine boat].
human
Good! cried Tollemache.
gpt
Mère Pitou and I will foot it together at the wedding. I'm stuck on Breton weddings. There's no nonsense about them. Everybody enjoys life to the limit.