human
Children!
gpt
Oh, Mother! Bobby's voice was filled with protest.
human
The twins want to go skating!
gpt
Can't we, Mother? said Dot eagerly, looking up at her mother imploringly.
human
Bobby and Meg always have all the fun. Can't we go?
gpt
They're too little, insisted Meg.
human
They haven't any skates, either. And Dot will get her feet cold and want to come home right away.
gpt
Won't either, scolded Dot.
human
I am too going! Can't I, Mother?
gpt
Well, suppose you go till four o'clock, proposed Mother Blossom, who could always see both sides of a question.
human
If Bobby and Meg do not get cold, they may stay till half-past four. And you'll have to promise to do as Bobby says, twinnies, and keep out of the path of older boys and girls. You mustn't spoil good fun for other people who really know how to skate.
gpt
I suppose you might as well tag along, conceded Bobby rather ungraciously.
human
Nobody let us go skating when we were only four years old, did they, Meg?
gpt
No, they didn't,
human
Next year we're going to have skates, announced Twaddles importantly.
gpt
Daddy said so.