human
Now I want to buy somethin' pretty for your mother, said Mr. Hilton, as they went soberly away down the street, the children keeping fast hold of his hands.
gpt
By now the old horse will have eat his dinner and had a good rest, so pretty soon we can jog along home. I'm goin' to take you round by the academy, and the old North Meeting-house where Dr. Barstow used to preach. Can't you think o' somethin' that your mother'd want?
human
She was talkin' about wantin' a new pepper-box, one day; the top o' the old one won't stay on, suggested Susan Ellen, with delightful readiness.
gpt
Can't we have some candy, father?
human
Yes, ma'am, said John Hilton, smiling and swinging her hand to and fro as they walked.
gpt
I feel as if some would be good myself. What's all this? They were passing a photographer's doorway with its enticing array of portraits.
human
I do declare! he exclaimed excitedly,
gpt
I'm goin' to have our pictures taken; 't will please your mother more 'n a little.