human
Now if it snows between now and the time school is out, come home without going to Mrs. Anson's, said Mother Blossom, following Meg and Bobby to the door.
gpt
It gets dark early you know, and you mustn't be out alone in that deserted section in a storm or after dark. Remember, won't you, Bobby?
human
Yes'm, answered Bobby, squinting knowingly at the sky as he had seen Sam do.
gpt
It isn't going to snow, Mother. Make Dot and Twaddles save us some candy, will you?
human
Course we will, called the twins, who had followed Mother Blossom.
gpt
A whole plateful, Bobby.
human
I hope it doesn't snow, said Meg, trotting along beside Bobby, her hands deep in Mother's soft, furry muff.
gpt
Got the hand-stove, Bobby?
human
Yes. But it isn't lit, her brother said.
gpt
I'm not going to burn it for this little walk. Hurry, or we'll be late.