human
What are you doing, Mother? asked Twaddles, watching her curiously, after his sister and aunt had gone down the walk.
gpt
Could I do that?
human
Now, Twaddles, you've seen me fill my fountain pen hundreds of times, answered Mother Blossom patiently.
gpt
You always ask me that, and you know I can't have you spilling ink all over my desk. Run away and find something pleasant to do till I finish this letter, and then we'll toast marshmallows over the fire.