human
Stop a minute, Joshua, she cried,
gpt
I see something over there I want to investigate. It looks to me as if the Lord might be sending us the vegetables we have been wanting.
human
What is it, Mother? What do you see?
gpt
Look, Mother, he cried,
human
Ah, cried Mrs. Peniman, seizing it eagerly,
gpt
Pea-vines!
human
Yes, pea-vines! and these are some kind of a wild pea. I am almost sure they would be good to eat.
gpt
Oh, said Mr. Peniman,
human
Are they good to eat, Father?
gpt
I think so; we might try them. Run about and gather all you can, children; we’ll cook them when we camp to-night.
human
They’re the queerest peas I ever saw, said Joe;