human
Where's Phronsie?
gpt
Oh! she's coming, Polly is! cried Phronsie, deserting a plum thrust in endwise in the middle of the pie, to throw her little sticky fingers around Jefferson's neck;
human
Stop! cried Mr. King, getting up somewhat stiffly to his feet,
gpt
I'll take off the apron myself. There, Phronsie, there you are. Whew! how hot you keep your kitchen, Jefferson,
human
Now we'll run, said Phronsie softly,
gpt
There, there, child, he said,
human
But she will come down, said Phronsie, in gentle haste pulling at his hand,
gpt
To be sure; that would indeed be dreadful, said Mr. King, getting over the stairs very creditably.
human
There, here we are now. Whew! it's terribly warm in this house!