human
Oh dear, oh dear, Maggie, what are you thinkin' of, to throw your bonnet down there? Take it upstairs, there's a good gell, an' let your hair be brushed, an' put your other pinafore on, an' change your shoes--do, for shame; an' come and go on with your patchwork, like a little lady.
gpt
O mother, said Maggie in a very cross tone,
human
I don't want to do my patchwork.
gpt
What! not your pretty patchwork, to make a counterpane for your Aunt Glegg?
human
It's silly work, said Maggie, with a toss of her mane--
gpt
I wonder at you as you'll laugh at her, Mr. Tulliver, said the mother.
human
An' her aunts will have it as it's _me_ spoils her.