human
Do bake a gingerbread boy, he begged.
gpt
I never had anything half so good as the one you sent over to Hingham.
human
You were my poor sick man then, observed Phronsie, with slow, even pats on her bit of dough.
gpt
Please, the rolling-pin now, Grandpapa dear.
human
To be sure, cried the old gentleman;
gpt
And you see, continued Phronsie, receiving the rolling-pin, and making the deftest of passes with it over the soft mass,
human
I couldn't send you anything better, though I wanted to, Grandpapa dear.
gpt
Better? cried Mr. King.
human
I should think not; you couldn't have made me anything that pleased me more, had you tried a thousand times.