human
Sit tight now, everybody! ordered Uncle Toby, as they left the busier part of the village where they had stopped for a meal, and drew near the open country.
gpt
Sit tight, for I'm going to drive faster, and I don't want you falling off the seats.
human
What you goin' to drive fast for? Trouble wanted to know.
gpt
Is you goin' to have a race, Uncle Toby?
human
A sort of race, yes, Trouble, was the answer.
gpt
I'm going to race and see if we can get home ahead of the big storm that I'm afraid is coming down on us.
human
Do you think it will be a very big storm?
gpt
I shouldn't wonder, was the answer.
human
And, though we have a strong car here, we don't want to get stuck in a snow drift and have to stay all night.
gpt
I should think that would be lots of fun,
human
What? With nothing to eat except a few chocolate cakes Jan and Lola have in a bag? exclaimed Uncle Toby.
gpt
That is if they have any of the cakes left.
human
Oh, yes, we have them,
gpt
Well, that's all we'd have in the way of 'rations,' as the soldiers call them, if we got stuck in the storm,
human
Then we don't want to get stuck,