human
Heyday! What little gell's this? Why, I don't know her. Is it some little gell you've picked up in the road, Kezia?
gpt
Why, she's gone and cut her hair herself, said Mr. Tulliver in an undertone to Mr. Deane, laughing with much enjoyment.
human
Did you ever know such a little hussy as it is?
gpt
Why, little miss, you've made yourself look very funny,
human
Fie, for shame! said Aunt Glegg in her loudest tone.
gpt
Little gells as cut their own hair should be whipped, and fed on bread and water--not come and sit down with their aunts and uncles.
human
Ay, ay, said Uncle Glegg playfully
gpt
She's more like a gipsy nor ever, said Aunt Pullet in a pitying tone.
human
It's very bad luck, sister, as the gell should be so brown; the boy's fair enough. I doubt it'll stand in her way i' life, to be so brown.
gpt
She's a naughty child, as'll break her mother's heart,
human
Oh my, Maggie, whispered Tom,
gpt
I told you you'd catch it.
human
Come, come, my wench, said her father soothingly, putting his arm round her,
gpt
How your husband does spoil that child, Bessy, said Mrs. Glegg in a loud
human
to Mrs. Tulliver.
gpt
It'll be the ruin of her if you don't take care. My father niver brought his children up so, else we should ha' been a different sort o' family to what we are.