human
Now for your first lesson in the scientific application of a bandage, Smiles,
gpt
Why, you're hurt, too, Doctor Mac!
human
How the dickens did I do that?
gpt
Sliding down the ladder from the loft-room, I reckon. See, there's a piece of splinter in it still.
human
Right-o, Miss Detective. He turned to the old man and remarked,
gpt
It looks as though your blood and mine had been mixing, this morning. Why not complete the ceremony and make it an adoption by blood; the way they used to do in some of the Indian tribes, you know? he added, half jestingly, and acting on a sudden impulse.
human
You can take me into the clan as ... well, as your foster-son.
gpt
Thar haint no clan nowadays, I reckon, but ef yo' wants fer ter be my foster-son I'd shor' be pleased fer ter hev ye es such, lad.
human
Great. I feel like 'one of the family' already, and if you _will_ adopt me as a new son--with all the privileges and obligations of one--I'll appreciate it, no joking.
gpt
Why, she cried,
human
Yes, so it does. Donald answered with a cheery voice, but no sooner were the words spoken than a sense of rebellion took possession of him.
gpt
Idiot!
human
But haint ... aren't you going to do up your hurt finger, too?
gpt
Don't ever tell any of my patients that you saw me do this, he laughed, with a return to good humor,
human
he added, lowering his voice,
gpt
Thet air the way anumals cures thar hurts,
human
Yes, it is nature's way, and if the blood is pure, and the cut not so deep as to make infection likely, there isn't a much better one, after all. However, Miss Nurse, you may practice your art on my finger, too, if you want.