human
I’ll bet a cookie she wishes she had ’em back now, she reflected as she looked after the erect, tall form moving away beside Miss Berry’s stout figure.
gpt
I’m glad ’t ain’t me caught by a city feller like that on Christmas day without any decent dinner to give him.
human
If I don’t relish my dinner, I’ll have a good supper,
gpt
This is my first glimpse of Pearfield in winter, said Jack, surveying the blue-white shadows on the unspotted fields.
human
I dreaded Christmas this year, Aunt Love. It occurred to me yesterday that I would come to see you. It is as I expected. ’Peace on earth’ doesn’t seem such a satire here.
gpt
You couldn’t please me better, replied Miss Berry.
human
I’ve been some expectin’ you, for Mr. Gorham told me you laid out to be in Boston a while.
gpt
Yes. I have thought a great deal about Pearfield lately. There was a brief silence as the two moved on between snowy bulwarks thrown up by the village ox-plow that morning.
human
Do you never become lonely here, Aunt Love?
gpt
No, I don’t know as I do. Pearfield’s a nice safe stiddy place and I’m as busy as a bee all the time. Once in a while there’s a tramp, but now Blitzen attends to them in short order. We all have our gifts, continued Aunt Love, desiring for the present to keep the conversation impersonal,
human
Rather a questionable accomplishment, I should suppose.
gpt
It is convenient sometimes, though, there ain’t any denyin’ it. Blitzen does hate a tramp. I believe if he was off in the woods a mile he’d smell one, if he was comin’ towards the house; and no sooner does one o’ the shif’less critters knock on the door and ask for a meal o’ victuals, than Blitzen’s there. Even if I haven’t seen him for an hour and haven’t the least idea where he is, he’ll be there soon’s the tramp is, and barkin’ so the feller can’t hardly make himself heard. Blitzen’s tramp-bark is queer, continued Aunt Love thoughtfully.
human
It’s mysterious to me where he gets his breath. It ain’t just one bark after another, but he runs ’em all together without any let up, and so loud and long, it’s curious to me he don’t just choke to death and done with it.
gpt
Rather discomposing to the tramp, I imagine.
human
Well, ’t is, admitted Miss Berry, one corner of her mouth smiling.
gpt
Some stand it longer ’n others; but when one o’ the critters sticks to it till I’m wore out with him, I never have to do but just one thing. I just look at Blitzen,—he’s always jumpin’ and whirlin’ around enough to make a clock dizzy,—and I say, ’What’s the matter with the dog!’ Then I close the door a little and look through it at the tramp and holler, ’You’ll have to excuse me, but that dog acts so queer I’—then, slam, I shut the door. It never fails to work. Takes away a tramp’s appetite every time.
human
I should suppose Blitzen might feel the weight of a boot under those circumstances.
gpt
Bless your heart, Mr. Jack, don’t you believe it! A man would have to be built like one o’ these centerpedes to have any luck tryin’ to kick Blitzen when he’s on the rampage. No sir, a tramp don’t like the idea of a mad dog, and he needs all the legs he’s got to get over the fence with. I always step to the winder pretty certain what I’ll see. A man just lightin’ out for the road, and Blitzen after him, makin’ rosettes of himself, bringin’ all four feet together at every bound and hollerin’ enough to croozle you.
human
He’s a smart dog, went on Miss Berry in the tone of one who gives the devil his due.
gpt
He’s been a means o’ grace to me more ’n once, but I won’t deny he’s talented. Now after one o’ those whirlwind times, you’d think he’d be so tuckered out he’d just have to lay down a spell and get his wind back; but land, he never turns a hair. All the time he’s playin’ hydrophoby on that tramp he’s rememberin’ where he buried his last bone, and he hasn’t any more ’n seen him over the fence when he switches around mute as a mole, and digs in the ground just as pert as though he’d never used any energy on anything else. He needs nourishment and he knows it.
human
I should suppose he would get it some day, remarked Van Tassel,
gpt
Law, they’ve tried that, said Miss Berry contemptuously.
human
I’ve had to laugh when I’ve picked it up in the yard and burned it. It was such a simple idea. Why, if a tramp could come into the house and get one o’ ma’s white China plates with the gold band, and set some victuals o’ mine on it and pizen ’em, he might stand some chance. Blitzen puts on more airs and frills every day about what he will eat and what he won’t; but as for pickin’ up strange doin’s! he and I both rather prefer our own cookin’ to other folks’s, anyway,