human
One girl runs away, get lost. Joe go home no more.
gpt
Poor Joe, dear Joe. I had no idea of running away. But I saw somebody, that boy who was at the island this summer, and I tried to make him see me. Too late, as the man said. He has gone, and now we, too, must go somewhere. I'll ask that nice woman. She'll tell us, I think,
human
Yes. I do know a good place for you, if--they'll take you in. Meaning no harm miss, but you see, you aren't fixed just the same, and the Indian----
gpt
Is it a question of clothes? It's not the clothing makes the character, my uncle says.
human
No, miss, I suppose not. All the same they go a mighty long way toward making friends, leastways in this big city. And Indians----
gpt
Joe Wills is just as noble and as honest as any white man ever lived!
human
Maybe so. Indeed, I'm not denying it, but Indians are Indians, and some landladies might think of tomahawks.
gpt
Joe, Joe! Would you scalp anybody?
human
Well, I'm not wise in city ways but I know that I can find a safe shelter somewhere. I'm going to ask that policeman, yonder, to find us a place.
gpt
That's sensible, and I'll talk with him myself. If he isn't on duty likely he'll take you to my friend's himself. By the way, who was that you ran after and called to so loud? You shouldn't do that in a big, strange station, you know.
human
I suppose not; yet I needed him so, and it was Adrian, who's been at my own home all summer. If he'd heard, or seen me, he would have taken all the care, because this is where he's always lived. The same familiar spot that--that dear Peace Island is to Joe and me,
gpt
Adrian? A Mr. Adrian?
human
Why, no. He is a Wadislaw. His father's name is Malachi Wadislaw, and my business here is with him.
gpt
Wadislaw, the banker? Why then, of course, it's all right. Officer, please call a cab and take them to Number -- West Twenty-fifth Street. That's my friend's; and say I sent them.
human
Mother, that was Margot!