human
But you can't brush out what's down my neck, inside my coat, he said, squirming about.
gpt
It's cold, and it tickles.
human
Snow down inside your clo'hes! exclaimed Dinah.
gpt
Den yo' got t' come right in de house an' hab it tucken out. You'll ketch cold ef yo' don't.
human
Maybe you could get it out if you stood me on my head and wiggled me, Freddie said, after thinking about it.
gpt
Could you try that, Dinah?
human
Try what, honey lamb?
gpt
Take hold of my feet, you and Flossie, and stand me on my head. Then the snow will run down from under my coat and I won't have to go in and undress. I don't want to do that. I want to build the snow house up again.
human
Ho! ho! she said.
gpt
I'm not gwine t' do such t'ing as dat! No, sah! Yo' come, in de house an' git dry t'ings on,
human
Now you can go out to play again, his mother said,
gpt
All right, Mother, we will,