human
I am sure I never came as far as this,
gpt
Well, what of that?
human
He say he never come here! crowed Miranda.
gpt
Very well, my leetle fellow, you are here now.
human
Yes, but--how far will we go?
gpt
You remember nothing of this?
human
I--I rather think I stopped in the beginning of the tunnel.
gpt
But here are the footprints,
human
They are made by sandals. I never wear sandals,
gpt
Of course. They make by the other fellow.
human
By that man who wears a toga? asked Mrs. Quayle anxiously.
gpt
It would be awful to meet him in this place.
human
She is afraid, this old lady--she have nerves! announced Miranda.
gpt
She better go back.
human
I could never find my way alone through that tunnel,