human
Tom, said Maggie, as they sat on the boughs of the elder tree, eating their jam puffs,
gpt
No, said Tom slowly--
human
Why, Tom? Because Lucy's coming?
gpt
No, said Tom, opening his pocket-knife and holding it over the last jam puff, with his head on one side.
human
What do I care about Lucy? She's only a girl; she can't play at bandy.
gpt
Is it the tipsy-cake, then?
human
No, you silly; that'll be good the day after. It's the pudding. I know what the pudding's to be--apricot roll-up--oh, my buttons!