human
The question is, said Peggy solemnly,
gpt
It won’t be me, cried Amy, excitement rendering her defiant of grammar.
human
I wouldn’t do it for the world; would you?
gpt
Do what? I don’t understand.
human
Why, just as the clock is striking twelve, you go down the cellar-stairs, with a candle in one hand and a mirror in the other.
gpt
You go down backward,
human
O, yes. You must walk backward. And when you get to the bottom of the stairs you set the mirror down somewhere and the candle in front of it, and begin to eat an apple.
gpt
You must look and look into the mirror as hard as you can, all the time that you’re eating the apple. And, before you’ve finished, a face will be looking over your shoulder. O my!
human
I wouldn’t do it for worlds,
gpt
How odd! I shouldn’t mind it at all,
human
Why, then you can do it, Peggy cried.
gpt
You’re just the one. Light that red candle, Priscilla. No, not that. The largest one. Here’s your mirror and your apple, and you must be ready to start down the stairs the minute the clock begins to strike twelve.
human
It’s a pretty big apple, considering what I’ve had already, laughed Elaine.
gpt
Is it necessary to eat it all?
human
Isn’t she brave?