human
Jefferson, said Phronsie, with a grave uplifting of her eyebrows,
gpt
I think I will go down into the kitchen and bake a pie; a very little pie, Jefferson.
human
Bless you, Miss, replied the cook, showing his white teeth in glee,
gpt
Yes, Jefferson, said Phronsie slowly,
human
I think I will go down make one. It must be very, very full of plums, you know, looking up at him anxiously,
gpt
It shall be that plummy, said Jefferson convincingly,
human
exclaimed the cook, shutting up one eye to look through the other in a spasm of delight at an imaginary pie;
gpt
Yes, said Phronsie,
human
she clasped her hands in silent rapture, and sat down on the lowest stair to think it over a bit, Jefferson looking at her, forgetful that the under cook was fuming in the deserted domains over his delay to return. At last he said, bowing respectfully,
gpt
If you please, Miss, it's about time to begin. Such a pie ain't done without a deal of care, and we'd best have it a-baking as soon as may be.
human
Yes, said Phronsie, getting off from her stair, and surrendering her hand to his big black palm,
gpt
Oh! you can take one of my aprons, said the cook,
human
Tie me up? laughed Phronsie in glee.
gpt
Oh! how nice, Jefferson. Do you know I love you very much, Jefferson, you're so very good to me?
human
No, Miss, I'm big and black, and just fit to stay downstairs,
gpt
But I love you better because you are black, Jefferson, insisted Phronsie,
human
Well, Miss, I ain't just fit for a lily to touch and that's the truth, looking down at his palm that the small white hand grasped closely.
gpt
It's clean, Miss, he added with pardonable pride,
human
I like it better black, Jefferson, said Phronsie again,