human
Ping is always promptness itself in getting into his tinsel frills and furbelows, remarked Matt,
gpt
He's been put on the steam calliope, pard, laughed McGlory, dropping his foot from the bucket and stamping until the rowel jingled.
human
Little Squinch-eye seems to have fallen in love with that bunch of steam whistles. He tried to play 'Yankee Doodle' on the pipes, in Indianapolis, and had almost stampeded the elephants before the calliope man could choke him off. Sufferin' jangles, pard, you never heard such a sound.
gpt
Motor Matt! Can I come in a minute?
human
Sure,
gpt
Haidee!
human
Yes, friends, she answered;
gpt
Haidee, the Flying Marvel, who is to do a turn on Motor Matt's flying machine just before the doors open. I am also to ride on the top wing of the _Comet_ during the parade. Will I do?
human
Do? cried McGlory.
gpt
Why, sis, you'll be the hit of the piece. All I hope --and McGlory's face went rather long--
human
I'm not afraid!
gpt
No more you're not, sis. If you were riding on the lower wing with Matt the whole game would be different; but you're to hang under the machine, and there'll be more pitching and plunging than if you were aboard a bucking bronk. Hang on, that's all, and don't try to hang by your heels.
human
I'll get an extra fifty dollars a week!
gpt
What does your uncle, Ben Ali, think of it, Haidee?