human
Jubilate! What a frolicsome joke! she exclaimed.
gpt
I say, this is awfully decent of you!
human
We told you you'd wake up in better spirits, old sport! purred Marjorie.
gpt
I flatter myself those candles look rather pretty. You can tell your fortune by blowing them out.
human
It's a shame to touch them,
gpt
But we want some cake,
human
Go on, give a good puff! prompted Marjorie.
gpt
Then we can count how many you've blown out. Five! This year, next year, some time, never! This year! Goody! You'll have to be quick about it. It's almost time to be putting up the banns. Now again. Tinker, tailor, soldier! Lucky you! My plum stones generally give me beggar-man or thief. Silk, satin, muslin, rags; silk, satin! You've got all the luck to-night. Coach, carriage! You're not blowing fair, Renie! You did that on purpose so that it shouldn't come wheelbarrow! Only one candle left--let's leave it lighted while we cut the rest.
human
I wish we could have got some cocoa, sighed Betty.
gpt
I tried to borrow a little and a spirit lamp from Meg Hutchinson, but she says they can't get any methylated spirit now.
human
Condensed milk is delicious by itself,
gpt
Sorry we haven't a spoon,