human
What's the matter? asked Uncle Daniel in his jolly voice.
gpt
Can't you do any business at the fair on account of the rain?
human
No. And I don't want ever to do any more business at the fair,
gpt
Don't you like the merry-go-round any more?
human
Oh, it isn't that, said Bob.
gpt
It's that man Blipper. I can't stand him any longer! He blamed me for poor business to-day, and it wasn't my fault at all. In the first place, all the people went over to see the balloon go up. Hardly anybody took rides on our machine. Then the children--I mean your little brother and sister, he said to Nan,
human
He isn't a very fair sort of man, even if he has his machine at a county fair,
gpt
He's terribly ugly, blurted out Bob Guess.
human
And I think he's worse than that!
gpt
What do you mean?
human
Well, I think he takes things that don't belong to him, went on Bob.
gpt
Your father lost a coat some time ago, didn't he?
human
Yes, at our Sunday school picnic,
gpt
And a lap robe was taken from our auto about the same time,
human
That's what I thought, said Bob.
gpt
Well, would you know any of your father's papers if you saw them? he asked, as he began to fumble in his pocket.
human
I mean would you know his writing on a letter, or something like that?
gpt
Of course I know my father's writing!
human
Well, look at this!
gpt
That's father's writing! exclaimed Bert.
human
This is a letter he wrote to Mr. Clarkson who buys lumber from dad. I know, for I've been in the office when he called. I guess my father must have been in a hurry and he addressed this letter himself with a pen, and didn't wait for his typewriter to do it. That's my father's writing!
gpt
Well, said Bob slowly,
human
I found that letter in the tent where Mr. Blipper and I live. We sort of camp out at the different fair grounds where we set up the merry-go-round, he added.
gpt
I have to live with Mr. Blipper. He claims I'm his adopted son, but I don't like him for an adopted father. Anyhow, I saw this letter drop out of his coat. He didn't see it, and I picked it up.
human
Was it my father's coat?