human
Suppose I were to let them run about the room, she enquired,
gpt
Easy as anything, missie. All you've got to do is to put a bit of cheese inside. They'll smell it directly, and come running home, and then you shut the door on them. They'll do anything for cheese. Give them plenty of sawdust to burrow in, and some cotton-wool to make a nest, and they're perfectly happy. Shall I wrap the cage up in brown paper for you?
human
If these don't clear Mona out of No. 2 I don't know what will,
gpt
How are you going to smuggle them in to Brackenfield? enquired Elaine.
human
I think all parcels that you take in are examined. You can't put a cage of mice in your pocket or under your skirt.
gpt
I've thought of that, returned Dona.
human
You and Auntie are going to take me back to-night. I shall pop the parcel under a laurel bush as we go up the drive, then before supper I'll manage to dash out and get it, and take it upstairs to my room. See?
gpt
I think you're a thoroughly naughty, schemeing girl, laughed Elaine,
human
Some cannot abide a gaping pig, Nor some the harmless necessary cat
gpt
Suppose one were to run up my skirt, I'd have a fit. I really should die! she would declare dramatically.
human
The thought of them makes me absolutely creep. I shouldn't mind them so much if they didn't scuttle so hard. Black beetles? Oh, I'd rather have cockroaches any day than mice!