human
It's a beautiful dress, she said;
gpt
Money, said Sibyl,
human
This frock is money; you look very nice in it. Be sure, now, you don't spot it. It would be wicked, just as if you were throwing sovereigns into the fire.
gpt
I don't understand, said Sibyl;
human
I wish it wasn't a grand frock. Did you bring any of my common, common frocks, nursie?
gpt
I should think not, indeed. Your fine lady mother would be angry if she saw you looking a show.
human
If you speak again in that tone of my mother I'll slap you,
gpt
Highty-tighty! said the nurse;
human
And so do you, answered Sibyl.
gpt
If mother is good you are not, and I'm not, so we both must be broke in; but I've got a bit of a temper. I know that. Nursie, when you were a little girl did you have a bit of a temper of your own?
human
That I did. I was a handful, my mother used to say.
gpt
Then we _has_ something in common, said Sibyl, her eyes sparkling.
human
I'm a handful, too. I'm off to the schoolroom.
gpt
There never was such a child, thought the woman as Sibyl dashed away, banging the door after her;