human
Isn't he lovely!
gpt
Yes, his wings are, said Polly.
human
Oh, Dick! do tell over again how it all happened.
gpt
Your poor head, does it ache?
human
No, not a bit, declared Dick, shaking his brown poll.
gpt
I'm glad I didn't crack the glass.
human
That heavy plate?
gpt
Do let me bathe it, she begged.
human
I'll get the Pond's Extract.
gpt
No, I won't, said Dick.
human
It smells awfully, and I've had so much of it for my leg. I'm all right, Phronsie. See his wings now--he's stretching.
gpt
I'll get bay rum, she said.
human
May I?
gpt
Worse and worse.
human
Cologne, then.
gpt
No, I hate it.
human
He doesn't want it bathed, Phronsie dear, said Polly.
gpt
Boys like to get hurt, you know. 'Tisn't manly to be fixed up.
human
All right, bring on some water if you want to. But don't get any brown paper; I had enough of that when I was a boy.