human
To tell ye the truth, said Clara, launching herself,
gpt
Did you ever hear of such a thing?
human
Yes, proceeded Clara, taking breath for a new start.
gpt
And Bert’s story is that they prayed for a penknife for your George, and it came. And then they prayed for a bicycle for our Bert, but the bicycle didn’t come, and then Bert and George had a fearful quarrel, and George gave him the penknife--made him have it--and then said he’d never speak to him any more as long as he lived. At first Albert was inclined to thrash Bert for telling lies and being irreverent, but in the end he came to the conclusion that at any rate Bert was telling what he thought to be the truth.... And that Clowes boy is so _little_! ... Bert wanted his birthday party of course, but he begged and prayed us not to ask George. So in the end we decided we’d better not, and we let him have his own way. That’s all there is to it.... So George has said nothing?
human
Not a word,
gpt
And the Clowes boy is so _little_!
human
Here’s the penknife. Of course Albert took it off him.
gpt
Why?
human
It’s not Edwin’s penknife, I suppose?
gpt
No, it isn’t. I’ve never seen it before. Why?
human
We were only thinking Edwin might have overheard the boys and thrown a knife over the wall. It would be just like Edwin, that would.
gpt
Oh, no!
human
I’m quite sure he didn’t, said she, and added mischievously as she held out the penknife:
gpt
I thought all you folks believed in the efficacy of prayer.