human
I say, began Reuben, who, if he had lived to-day, would have put on his cards
gpt
Reuben Marsh, 4th,
human
Are we really? cried Cynthia, clasping her hands.
gpt
How glad I am! It's more than a year since we had any little candles, and though I've tried to be good, I was so afraid when you broke the oil-lamp, the other day, that it would put them off. I do love them so!
human
How many candles may we have?
gpt
Oh, there are only three,--one for each of us. Mother gave the rest away, you know. Have you made up any story yet, Eunice?
human
I did make one, but I've forgotten part of it. It was a great while ago, when I thought we were surely going to get the candles, and then Reuben had that quarrel with Friend Amos's son, and mother would not let us have them. She said a boy who gave place to wrath did not deserve a little candle.
gpt
I know, said Reuben, penitently.
human
But that was a great while ago, and I've not given place to wrath since. You must begin and think of your story very hard, Eunice, or the candle will burn out while you are remembering it.