human
I've seen this thing layin' in the barn chamber in a thousand pieces all summer! explained Mr. Popham radiantly.
gpt
It wan't none o' my business if the family throwed it away thinkin' it wan't no more good. Thinks I to myself, I never seen anything Osh Popham couldn't mend if he took time enough and glue enough; so I carried this little feller home in a bushel basket one night last month, an' I've spent eleven evenin's puttin' him together! I don't claim he's good 's new, 'cause he ain't; but he's consid'able better'n he was when I found him layin' in the barn chamber!
human
Thank you, Mr. Popham! said Mrs. Carey, her eyes twinkling as she looked at the laughing children.
gpt
It was kind of you to spend so much time in our behalf.
human
Well, I says to myself there's nothin' too good for 'em, an' when it comes Thanksgivin' I'll give 'em one thing more to be thankful for!
gpt
Quit talkin', Pop, will yer? whispered Digby, nudging his father.
human
You've kep' us from startin' to eat 'bout five minutes a'ready, an' I'm as holler as a horn!
gpt
Fly like a youthful hart or roe, over the hills where spices grow, to Mother Carey's accompaniment. He always slipped up his glasses during this performance and closed his eyes, but neither grey hairs nor