human
Hi! hurry along there, fellows! he called out;
gpt
Tell us something about the visible grub supply, won't you, Lil Artha? asked Toby, beseechingly.
human
Is there a good grocery around the corner, and does the butcher call for orders every morning, or just three times a week?
gpt
Oh! you have to go after your fresh meat, laughed the tall scout,
human
All right, replied the weary Toby,
gpt
They don't grow juicy venison up here, you ought to know, Toby; every kind I ever heard of was as dry as tinder, and had to be cooked with slices of bacon to make it taste just right. But considering that we've made way with the last scrap of cured pork I guess we'll take it any old style.