human
An’ what are you afther wantin’ for Christmas?
gpt
Tell him what you want for Christmas, darling.
human
A pair of mittens,
gpt
Mittens! exclaimed the astonished Peggy.
human
Why, I thought-- But Santa had nodded, and clapped his hand on the red head of the boy next in line.
gpt
And what would this foine lad be wantin’ for Christmas?
human
I don’t like Santa Claus, she sobbed.
gpt
And I hate mittens. I’ll frow ’em away. I’ll let Taffy eat ’em up.
human
Then why did you tell him you wanted mittens?
gpt
Cause he didn’t look as if he’d give me a doll-carriage. He looked as if I hadn’t been a good girl. O, dear! O, dear!
human
I tell you what, Dorothy. We’ll go back and tell him it was a mistake, and that what you really wanted was a doll-carriage.