human
I can't help dreading you, nice and amiable as you look, said Nancy candidly to Tom Hamilton;
gpt
I am so afraid you'll fall in love with the Yellow House and want it back again. Are you engaged to be married to a little-footed China doll, or anything like that?
human
No, not engaged to anything or anybody, but I've a notion I shall be, soon, if all goes well! I'm getting along in years now!
gpt
I might have known it! sighed Nancy.
human
It was a prophetic instinct, my calling you the Yellow Peril.
gpt
It isn't a bit nice of you to dislike me before you know me; I didn't do that way with you!
human
What do you mean?
gpt
Why, in the first letter you ever wrote father you sent your love to any of his children that should happen to be of the right size. I chanced to be _just_ the right size, so I accepted it, gratefully; I've got it here with me to-night; no, I left it in my other coat,
human
Will you promise to get over your foolish and wicked prejudices if I on my part promise never to take the Yellow House away from you unless you wish?
gpt
Willingly, exclaimed Nancy joyously.
human
That's the safest promise I could make, for I would never give up living in it unless I had to. First it was father's choice, then it was mother's, now all of us seem to have built ourselves into it, as it were. I am almost afraid to care so much about anything, and I shall be so relieved if you do not turn out to be really a Yellow Peril after all!
gpt
You are much more of a Yellow Peril yourself! said Tom,
human
It's The Tempest; do you know it?
gpt
No, but I'm not so old but I may learn. I'll form myself on that wonderful person who makes jokes about the Admiral and plays the fiddle.
human
That's Ossian Popham, principal prop of the House of Carey!
gpt
Lucky dog! Have you got all the props you need?