human
Mush seems good now we don't have to eat it,
gpt
How funny, cried Percy Whitney, who had run over from the parsonage to breakfast,
human
You don't like it, Percy; don't try to eat it. I'll make you a slice of toast, cried Polly, springing out of her chair,
gpt
No, you mustn't, cried Dick, bounding in in time to catch the last words.
human
Mamma said no one was to have anything different, if we came to breakfast, from what the Peppers are going to eat. I like the yellow stuff; give me some, do,
gpt
So you shall, Dicky, she said hastily.
human
And you will never taste sweeter food than this,
gpt
Grandpapa is eating ham and fried eggs over at the minister's house,
human
Ham and fried eggs! exclaimed Mother Pepper, aghast.
gpt
Why, he never touches them. You must be mistaken, my boy.
human
No, I'm not, said Dick, obstinately.
gpt
The minister's wife said it was, and she asked me if I wouldn't have some, and I said I was going over to the Peppers to breakfast; I'd rather have some of theirs. And Grandpapa said it was good--the ham and fried eggs was--and he took it twice; he did, Mrs. Pepper.
human
Took it twice? she repeated, faintly, with troubled visions of the future.
gpt
Well, well, the mischief is done now, so there is no use in talking about it; but I'm worried, all the same.
human
Hurry up, Percy, called Joel across the table,
gpt
Splendid,
human
Well, you'll never be through at that speed, declared Joel.
gpt
See I've eaten three saucerfuls, and he handed his plate up,
human
And now for the fourth, Mamsie.
gpt
Oh! baked potatoes, cried Ben, rolling one around in his hand before he took off its crackling skin.
human
Weren't they good, though, with a little salt. I tell you, they helped us to chop wood in the old times!
gpt
I really think I shall have to try one,
human
There's real milk in my mug now, cried Phronsie, with long, deep draughts.
gpt
Polly, did I ever have anything but make-believe in the little brown house; ever, Polly?
human
Hurrah, there! cried Van, rushing in, followed by Jasper.
gpt
Hoh, you slow people in the little brown house, come on for the double ripper!
human
Mamsie, cried Polly, suddenly, and resting her hands on her knees as she sat on the floor before the stove,
gpt
human
Not a soul, replied Mrs. Pepper, quickly;