human
What shall I do for the poor child, Grand-daddy?
gpt
What has he been eating?
human
They weren't poison, Grand-daddy, 'cause Ruth Giant was eating 'em her own self,
gpt
Eating what?
human
Chocolates,
gpt
How many?
human
Only ten,
gpt
I will be right back, said Grand-daddy.
human
There is a bottle of castor oil on the pantry shelf. That was what the doctor gave Robert when he ate too much candy. You will get a good dose, young man, and then you will feel better. Ten chocolates; the greedy little pig!
gpt
I won't take castor oil, Mammy! cried Buster.
human
It tastes horrid.
gpt
You will take castor oil, Buster, replied Mother Graymouse,