human
Mother, asked Nan one day, about a week after Snoop had been stuck fast in the varnish,
gpt
A party, Nan?
human
Yes, just a few boys and girls from my class in school. The parlor looks so nice now, with the new floor, that I'd like to give a party. May I?
gpt
Well, yes, I guess so, answered Mrs. Bobbsey.
human
How many would you invite?
gpt
About a dozen. We could have sandwiches, ice cream and cake. I could bake a cake myself.
human
Well, you might try. I have showed you how to make a simple cake, that is not too rich for little stomachs. You might bake a sponge cake, and put icing on top. Yes, I think you may have a party, Nan.
gpt
Oh, thank you, Mother. Now I'll write the invitations.
human
I'll help you,
gpt
I'm afraid, dear, you can't write quite well enough, said Nan with a smile.
human
But you may seal the envelopes for me, and put on the postage stamps.
gpt
Oh, I like to do that! cried Flossie.
human
The sticky stuff on the stamps tastes so nice on your tongue.
gpt
It is better to wet the envelope flaps and the sticky side of the stamps with a damp cloth or a sponge than with your tongue, said Mother Bobbsey.
human
I'll show you the way.