human
Now, you keep up your courage, Mother Wit told him.
gpt
We'll soon find a way of getting you out of this. You're not dead yet.
human
But I tell you, Laura, we can't begin to start this stone even, growled Chet, in her ear.
gpt
You will have to think of something better than _this_.
human
So I will, cried Laura.
gpt
I'll think of a rope.
human
A rope?
gpt
Yes. A good, strong one. One that will go around that rock and then be plenty long enough to hitch to one of the cars--the big car. I believe we can start the rock that way.
human
Hurrah! cried Lance.
gpt
She's got the idea! What do you say, Chet?
human
Looks like it. But how about the rope? Where'll we get it?
gpt
We got a goot one at our house, said Otto, who was sitting down, puffing, after having strained at the rock.
human
Dot hay rope, he be juist de t'ing.
gpt
The hay rope for ours, then, cried Chet.
human
Come on, Otto. We'll go after it!