human
Well, my lad, the miller said to Tom, when Mr. Stelling had left the room, and Maggie had begun to kiss Tom freely,
gpt
I don't think I am well, father, said Tom;
human
I wish you'd ask Mr. Stelling not to let me do Euclid; it brings on the tooth-ache, I think.
gpt
Euclid, my lad. Why, what's that?
human
Oh, I don't know. It's definitions, and axioms, and triangles, and things. It's a book I've got to learn in; there's no sense in it.
gpt
Go, go! said Mr. Tulliver;
human
I'll help you now, Tom, said Maggie.
gpt
I'm come to stay ever so long, if Mrs. Stelling asks me. I've brought my box and my pinafores--haven't I, father?
human
said Tom.
gpt
I should like to see _you_ doing one of my lessons! Why, I learn Latin too! Girls never learn such things; they're too silly.
human
I know what Latin is very well, said Maggie confidently.
gpt
Latin's a language. There are Latin words in the dictionary. There's _bonus_, a gift.
human
Now you're just wrong there, Miss Maggie! said Tom.
gpt
You think you're very wise. But _bonus_ means 'good,' as it happens--_bonus, bona, bonum_.
human
Well, that's no reason why it shouldn't mean 'gift,' said Maggie stoutly.
gpt
It may mean several things--almost every word does. There's 'lawn'--it means the grass-plot, as well as the stuff handkerchiefs are made of.
human
Well done, little un,