human
Say, won't that lamb kick him? They're awful leggy,
gpt
I seen a lamb onct, announced his neighbor, rocking perilously on the two back legs of her chair.
human
It was a ram lamb and it butted me in my stomach, it did. Hurt. Hurt awful.
gpt
Huh! grunted Perdita.
human
I don't believe it hurt as much as when my mother sewed my finger in the sewing-machine. Did your stomach bleed?
gpt
Children, said Hannah desperately.
human
Don't talk, please. No, Peter, not another word from anybody. Now who can tell the Golden Text?
gpt
Doesn't any one know the Golden Text?
human
Miss Smith doesn't do that way, suggested some one.
gpt
She always says: 'Peter, you may tell us the Golden Text.'
human
Very well, agreed Hannah hurriedly.
gpt
Peter, you may tell us the Golden Text.
human
Let me, cried Elsmere.
gpt
I know 'bout lambs. Mary had a little lamb, fleeciswhitissnow.
human
Elsmere, said Hannah sternly.
gpt
I asked Peter to tell us the Golden Text.
human
Mine is a walker,
gpt
Pooh! remarked the Hamilton girl loftily.
human
That ain't this Sunday's. 'Wine is a mocker' was to-morrow's. 'Tain't this Sunday's.
gpt
I am the good--
human
I know, cried Elsmere once more.
gpt
Put in his thumb, pull out a plum, good boy am I!
human
No. 'I am the good shepherd.' It was Jesus who said it. Now all of you say it together.