human
Why do you shiver so, Auntie Anthea, are you cold?
gpt
No, dear.
human
Well, then, why are you so quiet to me,--I've asked you a question--three times.
gpt
Have you dear? I--I was thinking; what was the question?
human
I was asking you if you would be awful frightened s'posing we did find a pixie--or a gnome, in the shadows; an' would you be so very awfully frightened if a gnome--a great, big one, you know,--came jumping out an'--ran off with you,--should you?
gpt
No! said Anthea, with another shiver,
human
No, dear,--I think I should be--rather glad of it!
gpt
Should you, Auntie? I'm--so awful glad you wouldn't be frightened. A course, I don't s'pose there are gnomes--I mean great, big ones,--really, you know,--but there might be, on a magnif'cent night, like this. If you shiver again Auntie you'll have to take my coat!
human
I thought I heard a horse galloping--hush!
gpt
I'm sure I heard something,--away there--on the road!
human
I don't! said Small Porges, stoutly,--