human
Yes, it is, replied Ellen, who needed no niceties of grammar to realize the identity of Archibald's
gpt
human
So now will you hurry?
gpt
Say! _Who's going to see her home?_
human
Me, of course. You don't suppose I was going to let the child go off through them dark streets all by herself?
gpt
They _are_ dark streets, he said earnestly.
human
Very dark streets! Murders happen in them, frequently. Pickpockets; rats!--Really, Mrs. Neal, two women alone would hardly be safe in them.
gpt
Perhaps I'd better get me a policeman, then! She shook her head grimly, torn between affection for her new charge and devotion to her old.
human
Look here, Mr. Archie, there's no use hangin' around like you been doing lately. Oh, I know! You can't fool me. I was born with eyes all over me, I was, like that critter in the antiquarium at the Fair--You're a real nice young fellow, but a girl like Joan Darcy wouldn't so much as look at you. She's proud, proud as the queen's cat. And her pa's prouder still. They'd just as lief walk over you to their kerridge (which it's an automobile) as if you was Sir Thingumbob's coat in the history book.
gpt
Fortunate coat, murmured Archie, grasping the allusion.
human
But who's asking her to look at me, Mrs. Neal? I'd rather she wouldn't, really! I'd much rather look at her. When you come right down to it, I'm sort of proud myself!--But if I just happened to be at the front door when you start out, he wheedled,
gpt
Making a fool of yourself? Go as far's you like!