human
That's a pretty silver bowl to catch the water in; ain't it, now? said Mrs. Plummer.
gpt
I'd like a drink of it.
human
What a queer country this is! said Mrs. March
gpt
It's just bully, cried Rob.
human
Say, mamma, I'm going down to drink out of that bowl; and, before they could stop him, Rob was half way down the precipice. He found it rougher than he thought; and he had more than one good tumble before he got down to the bed of the brook: but he reached it, dipped his drinking-cup into the pool, broke off a big piece of the frozen spray, and with that in one hand, and his drinking-cup in the other, began to climb up again. This was twice as hard as to go down,--it made Rob puff and pant, and he lost his piece of ice before he had gone many steps,--but he managed to carry the water up, and very much they all enjoyed it.
gpt
It's the sweetest water I ever tasted,
human
Yes, said Mrs. March,
gpt
Oh, splendid! cried Rob;
human
I hope he'll always find it fun.
gpt
I don't think it's fun, Rob,
human
Why not, Nell? exclaimed Rob;
gpt
I do like it, said Nell, earnestly;
human
I like it better than any thing in all the world; but I don't think it's fun. It's lots better than fun.
gpt
Well, what'd you call it, if you don't call it fun?
human
Why don't you say?
gpt
I'm thinking, replied Nelly:
human
I guess there isn't any name for it. I don't know any.