human
My, but isn't it cold! exclaimed Mrs. Green, as she held open the door for a group of the party guests to go out.
gpt
We'll have skating next week if this weather keeps up.
human
I like a party, said Dot suddenly, running to keep up with Bobby,
gpt
Well, well, how did the party go? asked Father, pulling off Meg's gloves for her, and drawing her into his lap.
human
Presents, too? Why, Twaddles, I thought this was Marion's birthday.
gpt
We took Marion a present, he explained serenely.
human
But I guess her mother thought it wasn't fair for her to get 'em all. Everybody fished for something, Daddy.
gpt
A penny for your thoughts, Daughter,
human
I want my locket! she sobbed, hiding her face against her father's shoulder.
gpt
All the girls have lockets and mine was nicer than any of them.
human
Yes, it was, agreed Dot judicially, from her seat on the rug before the fire.
gpt
It had such a cunning snap.
human
I don't care about the snap, retorted Meg, sitting up and drying her eyes on Father's nice big white handkerchief.
gpt
The forget-me-nots were so lovely and besides it was great Aunt Dorothy's.
human
I'll advertise for your locket, Meg, he said.
gpt
We'll offer a reward, and perhaps some one will find it. At any rate, it will encourage them to look for it. Right after supper we'll get pencil and paper and write out an advertisement for the _Oak Hill Herald_.