human
And what did YOU say?
gpt
Oh, I laughed and said--nothing.
human
You see, she said,
gpt
But what's to become of the baby?
human
Well, said Miss Robinson, facing him somewhat aggressively,
gpt
I reckon it won't hurt ye to take care of it for a night. Dad can't--and if he could, he don't know how. Liked to have pizened me after mar died. No, young man, I don't propose to ask Hank Fisher to tote thet child over to Eureka and back, and spile his fun.
human
Then I suppose I must make way for Mr. Hank--Hank--Fisher?
gpt
Of course. You've got nothing else to do, you know.
human
And Fisher has, I suppose?
gpt
Of course--to look after ME!
human
Was there ever such egregious folly? he began, but remembering he was quoting Maria North's favorite resume of his own conduct, he stopped. The child cried, missing, no doubt, the full rounded curves and plump arm of its nurse. North danced it violently, with an inward accompaniment that was not musical, and thought of the other dancers.
gpt
Doubtless, he mused,
human
Well, said Joe, mournfully,
gpt
continued Joe, drearily,
human
I'll be forgettin' my own next--and--
gpt
That will do, interrupted North, only half concealing his disgust as he rose and carried the baby to the other room, beyond the reach of names that might shock its ladylike ears. The next morning he met the from-dance-returning Bessy abstractedly, and soon took his leave, full of a disloyal plan, conceived in the sleeplessness of her own bedchamber. He was satisfied that he owed a duty to its unknown parents to remove the child from the degrading influences of the barber Kanaka, and Hank Fisher especially, and he resolved to write to his relatives, stating the case, asking a home for the waif and assistance to find its parents. He addressed this letter to his cousin Maria, partly in consideration of the dramatic farewell of that young lady, and its possible influence in turning her susceptible heart towards his protege. He then quietly settled back to his old solitary habits, and for a week left the Robinsons unvisited. The result was a morning call by Trinidad Joe on the hermit.
human
It's a whim of my gal's, Mr. North, he said, dejectedly,
gpt
Yes, said North,
human
Well, she allows ez mebbee you're proud, and didn't like her takin' care of the baby for nowt; and she reckons that ef you'll gin her some book larnin', and get her to sling some fancy talk in fash'n'ble style--why, she'll call it squar.
gpt
You can tell her, said North, very honestly,
human
Then it's a go?
gpt
It's a go,