human
Our next issue is now ready for the press, he said.
gpt
The three Rutherfords--all B's, and so naturally inclined to be busy--were coming down the road as the Grey girls struggled with the stalled mower, and resolved to rescue the brave damsels. High and low they sought till they had found three scythes, or scythes and sickles. Armed with these they marched down upon the grey house, cut the grass with wild hallos, and returned triumphant to the Caldwell place. Come on, Bas; hurry up, Bart; we'll shave the grey place clean.
human
Oh, you three long angels! cried Rob, starting up rapturously as the three Rutherfords arose to carry out Bruce's suggestion with prompt enthusiasm.
gpt
I said when I saw you coming that I wished you'd cut this tough grass for us, but I never thought of it again. Wait a minute; I want to speak to Mardy.
human
It's all right; I knew she'd say yes, Rob panted.
gpt
Come to-morrow afternoon, if you really want to do it, and we'll ask Frances down, and have some sort of supper on the newly shaved lawn, among the sweet-smelling grass--even this weedy grass will be fragrant, newly mown. Will you do that?
human
It will be great! said the boys, heartily.
gpt
Of course we'll come.
human
Nice girls, said Basil, as they swung up the road, the tallest, Bartlemy, in the middle, an arm resting on each tall brother's shoulder.
gpt
Which is the nicest?
human
Hard to say,
gpt
Prue's as pretty as a picture; Oswyth's pretty, too, though not as pretty, and she's a lady, but Rob's a dandy! She's got go and pluck, and did you ever see such a face for crinkling up? I had to watch it; you couldn't tell what it would do next--pretty, she is too--splendid eyes and hair.