human
What do you think!
gpt
Just as little as possible, declared Tommy Tucker.
human
Thinking tires me dreadfully.
gpt
Behave, Tommy!
human
There's a big two-horse pung here. I found it in the barn. Like Mr. Jaroth's. It has a deep box like his. And a tongue. It's like a double-runner sled, Bob--you know. The front runners are independent of the rear.
gpt
I know what it is, Betty, said Bob, while the others stared at her.
human
I've seen that pung.
gpt
Your observations are correct, Miss Betty, said Mr. Canary, smiling at the girl.
human
I own such a pung. But I do not own two horses to draw it. And I am sorry to say that the horse I have got cannot stand on this ice.
gpt
Gee! exclaimed Teddy,
human
It is quite twenty miles down grade. Of course there are several places where the road is level--or was level before the snow fell. But once started there would not be many places where you would have to get out and push,
gpt
I believe we can do it,
human
What under the sun do you mean, Betty?
gpt
I hope it is something nice we can do, said Libbie dreamily.
human
I looked out the window and it is all like fairyland--isn't it, Timothy?
gpt
Uh-huh! said Timothy Derby, his mouth rather full at the moment.
human
It is the most beautiful sight I ever saw. Will you please pass me another muffin?
gpt
What do you believe we can do, Betty?
human
Make use of Mr. Canary's pung.
gpt
Cricky! What will draw it? Where is the span of noble steeds to be found? Old Bobsky would break his neck.
human
One horse. One wonderful horse, Bob! cried Betty clapping her hands suddenly.
gpt
I am sure I'm right. Uncle Dick!
human
What do you mean, Betty? cried Bobby, shaking her.
gpt
What horse?
human
Gravitation, announced Betty, her eyes shining.
gpt
That's his name.
human
Great goodness! gasped Bob.
gpt
I see a light. But Betty, how'd we steer it?
human
The front runners are attached to the tongue. Tie ropes to the tongue and steer it that way, Betty said, so eagerly that her words tumbled over each other.
gpt
Can't we do it, Uncle Dick? We'll all pile into the pung, with a lot of straw to keep us warm, and just slide down the hills to the railroad station. What say?