human
Misser Bill my horsie, she announced.
gpt
Me go ridy-by.
human
IS there something on my shoulder? asked Bill, seemingly unconscious of his burden.
gpt
I thought a piece of thistledown lighted there, but it may have blown off.
human
There is a bit of thistledown there, said Patty,
gpt
Indeed it is, agreed Cromer.
human
I'd like to sketch you and that mite of humanity together.
gpt
You're ready to sketch anybody that comes along, seems to me, observed Bill.
human
Isn't this Miss Fairfield's turn?
gpt
I expect she's about tired of holding her pose, said the artist.
human
I'll give her a rest, and make a lightning sketch of you two. Baby's mother may like to have it.
gpt
Oh, give it to me! begged Patty.
human
I'd love to have a picture of Baby May.
gpt
But there'll be so much more of me in it than Baby May,
human
Never mind, laughed Patty.
gpt
I shan't object to your presence there. Now, I'll run away while you pose, for I MIGHT make you laugh at the wrong time.
human
Don't go,
gpt
What a beautiful thing she is,