human
P'raps you're not so much to blame, Mint. You don't know, he said, in a somewhat softened tone.
gpt
It's Aunt Kittredge.
human
She's told Cyrus to kill the--the white turkey!
gpt
To kill Priscilla! gasped Minty.
human
She couldn't--she wouldn't! Oh, Jason, Cyrus won't do it, will he?
gpt
Hasn't he got to if she says so?
human
But Priscilla is yours,
gpt
She says she only let me call her mine. Just as if I didn't save her out of that weak brood when all the rest were killed by the thunderstorm! And brought her up in cotton behind the kitchen stove, no matter how much Clorinda scolded! And found her nest with thirty-one eggs in it in the old pine stump! And she knows me and follows me round.
human
I shouldn't think Aunt Kittredge would want to,
gpt
She wants a big turkey, because the minister and his daughter are coming to dinner, and she doesn't want to have one of the young ones killed, because she is too stin--
human
I wouldn't care if I were you. After all, Priscilla is only a turkey,
gpt
That's just like a girl! he cried.
human
What do you care if you only have blue beads and lots of candy?
gpt
There's my two dollars and thirty cents, Jason,
human
We can buy a big turkey over at Jonas Hicks's for all that money, continued Minty. And then she drew nearer to Jason, and added a thrilling whisper,
gpt
And we can hide Priscilla!
human
It's my own. I earned it picking berries and weeding old Mrs. Jackman's garden. It's in my bank, and the bank won't open till there's five dollars in it.
gpt
But we can smash it,