human
I'll tell you how it was, remarked Budge, who appeared suddenly and without invitation, and whose consciousness of good intention made him as adamant before the indignant frowns of his uncle and aunt,
gpt
Little boysh never _can_ do anyfing nysh wivout bein' made to don't, said Toddie.
human
Dzust see what an awful big splinter I got in my hand when I was froin' wood on the fire! I didn't cry a _bit_ about it then, 'cause I fought I was makin' uvver folks happy, like the Lord wants little boysh to. But they didn't _get_ happy, so now I _am_ goin' to cry 'bout the splinter!
gpt
We had a torchlight procession, too, said Budge.
human
We had to have it in the attic, but it wasn't very nice. There wasn't any trees up there for the light to dance around on, like it does on 'lection-day nights. So we just stopped, an' would have felt real doleful if we hadn't thought of the bonfire.
gpt
Where did you leave the torches?
human
I--I dunno,
gpt
Froed 'em in a closet where the rags is, so's not to dyty the nice floor wif 'em,