human
Are my people buried in the churchyard?
gpt
Oh, no! she exclaimed reverentially.
human
Your people are all inside.
gpt
I say, said Harding as he turned away,
human
Well, we are under shelter, Barbara answered cheerfully, as she laid her key on the edge of one of the pews.
gpt
If it clears up again so that we get back in good time it won't matter a bit. And anyhow we've got umbrellas. The font is very old, they say.
human
And there are two curious inscriptions on tablets on the north wall. Mr. Pryor--he's the vicar--is always trying to read them. Do you know much about such things?
gpt
Nothing at all.
human
Oh! in a tone of disappointment.
gpt
I'm afraid you wouldn't get on with Mr. Pryor then.
human
I'm afraid not.
gpt
Perhaps you wouldn't care to look at them.
human
Oh, let us look, by all means.
gpt
said Barbara,
human
Then I suspect he is happy meanwhile, though perhaps he doesn't know it,
gpt
He can read some of it, said the girl,