human
Auntie Anthea, said he,
gpt
Yes, dear, she answered,
human
But you don't look a bit diff'rent, you know,--either of you. Are you quite--sure? 'cause I shouldn't like you to disappoint me,--after all.
gpt
Never fear, my Porges, said Bellew,
human
I made quite sure of it while I had the chance,--look!
gpt
Oh! said he, nodding his head,
human
No, dear.
gpt
Why then, everything's quite--magnif'cent, isn't it? An' now we're going to live happy ever after, all of us, an' Uncle Porges is going to take us to sail the oceans in his ship,--he's got a ship that all belongs to his very own self, you know, Auntie Anthea,--so all will be revelry an' joy--just like the fairy tale, after all.