human
When you go into a store, remember that you are doing something for poor Paul Jordan and think bow you would feel if you were poor and lame, he had said to Bobby.
gpt
When you ask Mr. Barber for something from his shelves you're not asking for Bobby Blossom, but for Paul. That will make asking easy for you.
human
Want your skates sharpened?
gpt
We're going to have a fair, gulped Bobby, his cheeks red, but his blue eyes looking at Mr. Gobert squarely.
human
It's for Paul Jordan and his mother. And we thought maybe you'd give us something we could sell.
gpt
For that lame Jordan and his mother? repeated Mr. Gobert.
human
Do you mean to tell me they need help? Is Mrs. Jordan sick?
gpt
She has rheumatism in her hands, said Bobby earnestly.
human
And she's so old and slow lots of folks don't have her wash any more. She's chopped down all the fence to build a fire with. And she doesn't want to put Paul in a home.
gpt
Well, well, Mr. Gobert stared at Bobby thoughtfully.
human
So you're going to help her out by giving a fair, are you? Where's it going to be? Can I come?
gpt
At our house. Three weeks from Saturday, answered Bobby, wishing his committee would back him up with a few words and not stand by with their mouths and eyes so wide open.
human
We're going to have a play, too.
gpt
I'm busy Saturday afternoons, said Mr. Gobert regretfully,