human
Whoa! called Mr. Tisbett, to his smoking horses, and leaning over, he cried,
gpt
What's the matter in there?
human
The matter is, said Jasper, putting his face out,
gpt
Beg your pardon, he said awkwardly, pulling open the door,
human
Heavens! cried Mr. King. He was glad to find he could ejaculate so much as he tremblingly worked his way out to terra firma.
gpt
Nothing on earth would tempt me to step foot inside there again.
human
Here is the money for your window, said Jasper, putting a bill into the fur mitten, covering Mr. Tisbett's brawny right hand.
gpt
Kindly bring our traps to the little brown house; here, father, take my arm,
human
Hey--what's this? exclaimed Mr. Tisbett, looking into the center of his fur mitten,