human
Where is it? she exclaimed, turning them with quick fingers.
gpt
O dear! it was right here last evening.
human
What is it? asked Phronsie, from the depths of a big arm-chair, and looking up from her book. Then she saw as soon as she had asked the question that Polly was in trouble, so she laid down her book, and slid out of the chair.
gpt
What is it, Polly? Let me help you, do.
human
Why, the Town Talk--that hateful old society thing, said Polly, throwing the papers to right and left.
gpt
You know, Phronsie; it has a picture of a bottle of ink, and a big quill for a heading. O dear! do help me, child, for she will get nervous if I am gone long.
human
Oh! I know where that is,
gpt
Where? demanded Polly feverishly.
human
Oh, Phronsie! where?
gpt
Jack Rutherford has it.
human
He has gone, said Phronsie;
gpt
What did he want Town Talk for?
human
He said it was big, and he asked Grandpapa if he might have it, and Grandpapa said, Yes. I don't know what he wanted it for, said Phronsie.
gpt
And he took other newspapers, too, Polly; oh! ever so many.
human
Well, I don't care how many he took, nor what they were, cried Polly,