human
The child has no notion that her mamma is so ill. Childlike!
gpt
Well, I don't call it childlike, was the reply.
human
Miss Dorothy is not childlike; she is just eaten up with herself.
gpt
She is as dear a lamb as you could find anywhere, said Ingleby, wrathfully;
human
I like children, said Susan, bravely,
gpt
I tell you what, Susan, I'd advise you, as a friend, to mind your own business. If you are such a blind bat as not to see what Miss Dorothy is--well, I am sorry for you, and I can't help it.
human
I did not mean any offence, I am sure, said Susan, as she left the nursery.
gpt
As I said, it's not the child's fault; but it would be hard lines for her if she lost her mamma, and you too, Mrs. Ingleby.
human
Jingle, she said, in a low, choking voice,
gpt
Ill? why, no. She has got a cough which shakes her rather. But, bless your little heart--don't, Miss Dorothy, my sweet, don't.
human
Am I such a spoiled child?--am I, Jingle?
gpt
You are a dear little creature; nothing could spoil you. There, there; let me put you back to bed. Don't cry.
human
Oh, is my mamma so ill? Will she die? Will she die? And I am such a spoiled child. Oh dear, oh dear! I never thought of it before--never, never.