human
A fine old place, thought Captain Everard.
gpt
My pretty Ada might have done worse. A grand old place for that puny child to inherit. The staunch old warrior-blood of the Thetfords is sadly adulterated in his pale veins, I fancy. Well, my little May, and how are you going to like all this?
human
See, papa! See all the pretty peacocks! Look, Ellen, to the nurse,
gpt
Then little May will like to live here, where she can see the pretty peacocks every day?
human
And all the pretty flowers, and the water, and the little boy--where's the little boy, papa?
gpt
In the house--you'll see him presently; but you must be very good, little May, and not pull his hair, and scratch his face, and poke your fingers in his eyes, like you used to do with Willie Brandon. Little May must learn to be good.