human
Why, we shall be blocked up till spring! cried they, with the hugest delight.
gpt
What a pity that the house is too high to be quite covered up! The little red house, down yonder, will be buried up to its eaves.
human
You silly children, what do you want of more snow? asked Eustace, who, tired of some novel that he was skimming through, had strolled into the play-room.
gpt
It has done mischief enough already, by spoiling the only skating that I could hope for through the winter. We shall see nothing more of the lake till April; and this was to have been my first day upon it! Don't you pity me, Primrose?
human
Oh, to be sure! answered Primrose, laughing.
gpt
But, for your comfort, we will listen to another of your old stories, such as you told us under the porch, and down in the hollow, by Shadow Brook. Perhaps I shall like them better now, when there is nothing to do, than while there were nuts to be gathered, and beautiful weather to enjoy.