human
Why, what's the meaning o' this?
gpt
The little miss lost herself, I reckon, said the gipsy.
human
She'd come to our tent at the far end o' Dunlow Lane, and I was bringing her where she said her home was. It's a good way to come arter being on the tramp all day.
gpt
Oh yes, father, he's been very good to bring me home, said Maggie--
human
Here, then, my man, said Mr. Tulliver, taking out five shillings.
gpt
It's the best day's work you ever did. I couldn't afford to lose the little wench. Here, lift her up before me.
human
Why, Maggie, how's this, how's this? he said, as they rode along, while she laid her head against her father and sobbed.
gpt
How came you to be rambling about and lose yourself?
human
O father, sobbed Maggie,
gpt
I ran away because I was so unhappy--Tom was so angry with me. I couldn't bear it.
human
Pooh, pooh! said Mr. Tulliver soothingly;
gpt
Oh no, I never will again, father--never.