human
Is he dead?
gpt
Yes,
human
I'm so glad, said Hinpoha, still keeping her eyes averted.
gpt
The poor, poor thing. Are you going to bury him?
human
Bury him! shouted the Captain in amazement.
gpt
Bury that moose? Not for a hundred dollars! Bury those antlers, and that hide? What are you thinking of?
human
I forgot, said Hinpoha meekly.
gpt
I was only thinking of the poor moose himself, not his antlers or his hide.
human
Have we a right to take him? asked Gladys.
gpt
This isn't the hunting season, you know.
human
Always wondering whether you have a right to do things, aren't you, puss? Yes, of course we have a perfect right to take his antlers and his hide. We didn't kill him out of season; he killed himself falling into the ravine, so we haven't broken any law. He just sort of dropped into our laps, and 'finders is keepers,' you know.
gpt
Well, your Calydonian Hunt was more successful than you expected, said Uncle Teddy,