human
Edward, she said, brushing a lot of dust from her dress,
gpt
I've been going over that fishing-tackle for you. You may pick out all you want of it, if you'll only let the guns alone. I can't let you play with gunpowder. Your grandfather mustn't make a bookworm of you, either.
human
Oh, said Ned,
gpt
I was thinking of that. Worms! I guess I know where to dig 'em. What I'm going to go for, this morning, is the horses.
human
That's what you may do, said his grandfather, somewhat as if he had been getting orders from his wife.
gpt
You'd better fight shy of that sorrel filly, though. She might pitch you over her head.
human
Why, Edward, interposed his grandmother,
gpt
Humph! remarked the old gentleman.
human
She kicked one buggy into the middle of next week. I won't drive her.