human
I say, fellows, I am going to turn gipsy. Don't you want to go along?
gpt
What for?
human
What for? why, for fun. Who wants to be shut up at home all the time, and have an old granny of a nurse blowing him up because his hands are dirty, or because he don't come home, before the dinner bell rings, to have his hair brushed and his jacket twitched straight. Now, out in the woods we can be as dirty as we please, and nobody can say boo! and the dinners will come to us, and we won't have to run the moment a bell rings.
gpt
But suppose the dinners don't come? suggested Richard, who was very fond of pastry and cakes,
human
I, for one, can't live on stewed moonshine and mustard. If that is to be served up, I shall wish I was out of the woods, and home again.
gpt
I'll go with you,
human
And I, said little George, imitating his brother.
gpt
Come along, we are all ready; the longer we stand, the _fearder_ we'll be. Hurra! hurra!
human
That's you! all right! cried Charlie, joyfully.
gpt
I tell you, I've every thing fixed,--that is, in my _head_. Hurra! for a gipsy life, and a camp in the wild woods free, with a kettle hung up on sticks, and all sorts of goodies for tea. There's some poetry for you!