human
My dear child, said Mother Graymouse,
gpt
Do not be frightened, Silvy. Mammy will fix you up as good as new. Run down to Grand-daddy, Limpy-toes, and fetch a pinch of cure-all salve. By to-morrow, your scratch will be all well, Silvy dear.
human
Oh, such a fright! gasped Silver Ears.
gpt
I don't wish to be Ruth Giant's pet any more. She can have her dear Tommy if she wants him.
human
Did you get anything good to eat?
gpt
Oh, yes. Come over here, twinnies, and I will tell you all about it. I wish I'd had time to stuff some of that chicken and frosted cake into my pocket for you all. It was a splendid dinner party, if that old Tom hadn't been invited.
human
Chicken, raspberry jam and frosted cake, repeated Buster in his slow, drawling voice.
gpt
Say, Silvy, don't you mind that scratch. I'd risk it for such a good feast. Do you suppose there's any left?
human
I forbid you all to enter that play-room again without asking my permission,
gpt
Don't risk it, Buster, laughed Silver Ears.
human
Why, you never would have reached that hole. You are too fat to run fast. I nearly missed it. And anyway, you would have stuck in the middle of that teentiest hole and old Tom would have chewed your tail right off.
gpt
True, quite true,