human
Ham? said Miranda,
gpt
We shall be further before we get nearer,
human
But I wonder what they are doing there,--mother and the girls and dear little Dabney?
gpt
Little Dabney! exclaimed Ham.
human
Why, Miranda, do you think Dab is a baby yet?
gpt
No, not a baby. But------
human
Well, he's a boy, that's a fact; but he'll be as tall as I am in three years.
gpt
Will he ever be fat?
human
Not till after he gets his full length, said Ham.
gpt
We must have him at our house a good deal, and feed him up. I've taken a liking to Dab.
human
Feed him up! said Miranda, with some indignation.
gpt
Do you think we starve him?
human
No; but how many meals a day does he get?
gpt
Three, of course, like the rest of us; and he never misses one of them.
human
I suppose not, said Ham,
gpt
I never miss a meal myself, if I can help it. But don't you think three meals a day is rather short allowance for a boy like Dab?
human
No, I don't. Not if he does as well at each one of them as Dab is sure to.
gpt
Well, said Ham,
human
You're a dear, good fellow, anyway, said Miranda,
gpt
She will, replied Ham.
human
I shall hardly be easy till I see what she has done with it.
gpt
That's him!