human
said Mrs. Lorimer, tragically.
gpt
That's the second time this week!
human
Rough on the kid, said her husband.
gpt
See him now.
human
Be in in a minute, Dad!
gpt
Loyal little beggar. I saw him steering him up Broadway one morning, just at school time. Pluck.
human
Hurry up, she commanded.
gpt
Pull it tighter! _Tighter!_ Do you call that pulling?
human
That makes it all the worse, said Mrs. Lorimer.
gpt
Of course they're only children--babies, really--but I couldn't have anything.... It's bad blood, Stephen. I _couldn't_ have my child interested in one of the 'Wild Kings'!
human
Well, you won't have, if you're wise. Let 'em alone. Let 'em lace footballs on the front lawn ... and they won't hold hands on the side porch! Why, woman dear, like the well-known Mr. Job, the thing you greatly fear you'll bring to pass! Shut her up in a girls' school--even the best and sanest--and you'll make boys suddenly into creatures of romance, remote, desirable. Don't emphasize and underline for her. She's as clean as a star and as unself-conscious as a puppy! Don't hurry her into what one of those English play-writing chaps calls--Granville Barker, isn't it?--Yes,--_Madras House_--'the barnyard drama of sex.... Male and female created He them ... but men and women are a long time in the making!'