human
Miss March'll never let 'em wear 'em: will she?
gpt
I donno, said Lucinda:
human
Miss March's got heaps of sense; an' the children was jest tickled to death with them. They come racin' down the hill with 'em on, 's proud as militia-men on trainin'-day. But how 'twill be about wearin' 'em round town I donno.
gpt
It'll never do in the world, said Billy.
human
The boys 'll all follow 'em, and hoot and halloo; and Rob 'll be fightin' right an' left, the fust thing you know. It's a bad business, bad business. I donno what put it into that pesky Swede's head, anyhow.
gpt
Oh! jest to help the children, said Lucinda.
human
From what the children say, Jan an' his wife both seem to have kind o' adopted 'em. You know how she takes on over Nelly, 'cause she looks so like her own little gal.
gpt
I know it, said Billy.
human
Blamed if I don't wish I hadn't taken 'em there. You'll see they can't wear the things in Rosita.