human
Mother! Mother! they shouted, flinging down lunch boxes and books in the hall and tearing upstairs like small cyclones.
gpt
Oh, Mother!
human
Is there a fire?
gpt
They've swept off Blake's pond! he gasped.
human
Everybody's going skating. The ice is great, Mother. Just like glass.
gpt
Where are our skates? Can we go? chimed in Meg.
human
It isn't a bit cold, Mother.
gpt
Just cold enough to skate, I suppose, smiled Mother Blossom.
human
Well, of course you can't miss the first skating of the season. But I don't believe they want such little folks on the pond, dear. Some of the big boys will be likely to skate right over you.
gpt
We'll keep near the edge, promised Bobby.
human
Come on, Meg. Where are our skates?