human
Pet, child, you'll be starved, you know, if you don't look out, before you get home. It's your duty to show Miss Priscilla what she owes to her guests; so you walk right into that pigeon-pie, and eat every morsel of it, though you should burst!
gpt
Sit down, Miss Pet, said Miss Priscilla, solemnly, pointing to her chair, and holding her knife and fork threateningly over the ghostly-looking red-herring,
human
Thank you, Miss Priscilla; for I don't care for either--I ain't fond of fish. I guess I'll take this.
gpt
I always make myself at home here, Miss Priscilla, said Pet, speaking with her mouth full.
human
I know you ain't fond of dainties; and nobody has such nice pigeon-pies as you have. You made it on purpose for me--didn't you? I told you not to put yourself to any trouble on my account; but you would, you know. It's real nice, Miss Priscilla; and I'd ask you to have some, only I know you don't care about it.