human
That is the Percival crest, said Sylvia to her nephew, one of these epistles, which had just arrived, being on the hall table, seal upward, as they passed.
gpt
Ah! I took it for steam,
human
John, said Miss Pitcher, solemnly,
gpt
Derision, my dear aunt! There is nothing in the world so powerful as steam. If I only had more, I too might be a poet. Or if my father had had more, I too might have enjoyed a fortune.
human
Mr. Percival enjoys no fortune,
gpt
What has he done with it, then? Enjoyed it all out?
human
He tells me that it dissolved, like a mist, in his grasp.
gpt
Yes; they call it by various names,
human
We are sufficiently brave to do without him for one afternoon, are we not?
gpt
I confess I am timid; but I will do my best,
human
Shall we stop for a few moments?
gpt
Yes; for ten,