human
I AM thinking what I shall do with this beautiful bunch of grapes,
gpt
I know what I should do with it, said little Matilda, who had been wading in the brook, and was without shoes and stockings.
human
I should divide it among the present company.
gpt
Good for Matty! exclaimed brother Henry.
human
The best use you can put grapes to is to eat them before they spoil. Come, Reka, divide, divide.
gpt
I am not sure that I shall do that,
human
Look at that queer dog! said Matty.
gpt
He has crept under the shawl on the ground, and looks like a head with no body to it.
human
That shawl was left there the other day by old Mrs. Merton, said Reka.
gpt
The dog is her son's terrier; and his name is Beauty.
human
He is any thing but a beauty, said Matty.
gpt
I think him the ugliest dog I ever saw.
human
I suppose they call him Beauty to make up for the bad word he gets from every one as being ugly, said Reka.
gpt
He is a good dog, nevertheless; and he knows that shawl belongs to his mistress.--Don't you, Beauty?
human
Now I will tell you what we will do, said Reka.
gpt
Put on your shoes and stockings, Matty, and we will all go and call on Mrs. Merton, who is ill; and we'll take back her shawl, and give her this beautiful bunch of grapes.
human
Bow, wow, wow!
gpt
I'll tell you what it is, girls, to see that old lady so pleased by our attention gave me more pleasure than a big feast on grapes, ice-creams, and sponge-cake, with lemonade thrown in.