human
There’s the lake!
gpt
Ain’t it grand!
human
O, my!
gpt
Lake! Why, we’re not nearly there. O, you poor children! For Estelle’s grimy forefinger was pointing triumphantly at a puddle in an adjacent field, a pool perhaps ten feet across, its surface ruffled by a cheerful little breeze.
human
Well, there’s one comfort, Peggy thought.
gpt
They’ll be wiser before they get home.
human
Keep off the Grass.
gpt
Miss Peggy! She was breathing hard, but whether from her run or from excitement Peggy did not know.
human
Miss Peggy, kin they put me in jail for that?
gpt
O, dear! Peggy cried, an unaccountable lump appearing in her throat.
human
They won’t put you in jail for picking all the flowers you can carry home. Can’t I make you understand that everything here belongs to everybody?
gpt
I thought birds was brown, drawled Johnny Dunn.
human
They is down ’round us.
gpt
Maybe they gets sooty, suggested Estelle wisely.
human
My, wouldn’t it be grand, though, if they’d get washed up, and be flying ’round all red and yaller and ev’ry color.
gpt
LUNCHEON WAS SERVED SHORTLY AFTER THEIR ARRIVAL.
human
I don’t know why it is, Peggy confessed.
gpt
But it always seems as if you couldn’t get fairly started on a picnic, till you’d had something to eat. I feel that way myself and I guess these children are just the same only more so.