human
It looks as if he came here, looked in, saw the pudding, and started away without taking it, said Uncle Toby, as he looked closely at the big footprints in the snow.
gpt
Then he turned back, because he was so hungry he just couldn't leave that pudding there in plain sight, I suppose. He took it and went back to the woods with it to eat it.
human
Who was he?
gpt
That I don't know, Uncle Toby replied.
human
He must be a stranger around here, for anybody else would ask for something to eat if he were hungry. And most of the folks around here are well enough off to get their own Thanksgiving dinner. They don't have to take other folks' pudding.
gpt
That's so, said Aunt Sallie.
human
I wish it hadn't happened, even though I don't mind a poor hungry man having my nice pudding.
gpt
Is your dog a bloodhound?
human
Oh, no, Skyrocket isn't a bloodhound, answered Ted.
gpt
Why?
human
Well, I thought maybe if he was he could smell at these marks in the snow and then track the man to where he was and we could get back the pudding,
gpt
Guess there wouldn't be much of the pudding left,
human
No, agreed Ted.
gpt
Anyhow, Skyrocket isn't a bloodhound, and I don't believe he'd know how to track a man down.