human
Meg, said Sam soberly as they left Oak Hill and turned into a country road,
gpt
Well, foulard is something like calico--I mean the pattern is, Meg replied.
human
I like calico horses.
gpt
I wish I'd brought the sled, said Bobby.
human
We could tie on behind and ride on it.
gpt
It's more fun this way, Meg insisted, being a little girl who didn't always want something she didn't have.
human
Do you like to drive a sleigh, Sam?
gpt
Sure, said Sam over his shoulder.
human
Always did. When I was a boy and lived in the country, we had a real old-fashioned sleigh, with red cushions in it and everything. We used to drive down the river on the ice then--that was sport, let me tell you.
gpt
Let us drive on the river,
human
That's nothing but a creek, where you go to skate, Sam answered a little scornfully.
gpt
This river I'm talking about was a real river--wide and deep; boats came up it in summer time. We lived two or three hundred miles north of here and it was three times as cold.
human
Well, it's cold enough now, said Dot wisely.
gpt
Isn't it, Meg?
human
Yes, Meg agreed absently,