human
Oh, what'll I do, mamma? it's worse than medicine! he cried; and swallowed the whole mouthful at one gulp.
gpt
That can't be butter, mamma, he said.
human
You've made a mistake. It'll poison us: it's something else.
gpt
Little you know about bad butter, don't you, Rob? said Deacon Plummer, calmly buttering his biscuit, and eating it.
human
I've eaten much worse butter than this.
gpt
What'd you eat it for?
human
Sure enough, said Mrs. Plummer.
gpt
That's what I've always said about butter. If there's any thing else set before folks that's bad, why they just leave it alone. There isn't any need ever of eating what you don't like. But when it comes to butter, folks seem to think they've got to eat it, good, bad, or indifferent.
human
That's so, said the Deacon;
gpt
I don't see how bad butter helps to make a meal go down, said Rob.
human
It like to have made mine come up just now.
gpt
Rob, Rob! said his mother, reprovingly;
human
Excuse me, mamma, said Rob, penitently;
gpt
We shall not want any thing of that kind in Colorado.