human
I'm not a nasty little beast, am I, Mammy? I have a nice warm bath every Saturday night.
gpt
Every Saturday night, the whole six of you, agreed Mother Graymouse wagging her head proudly.
human
And what could a body ask more of a neat mother mouse with a big family?
gpt
The Giants have a bath every morning, said Limpy-toes.
human
Granny Whiskers says so, and of course Granny knows.
gpt
A bath every morning! cried Silver Ears.
human
Just think of that.
gpt
Just imagine it!
human
Well, they must be very dirty children, decided Mother Graymouse.
gpt
A bath every morning! I'd be ashamed if my children could not keep clean longer than that. Ruth Giant isn't a bit cleaner, sweeter, nor daintier than my pretty Silver Ears, if I do say so, as shouldn't.
human
I'm not a thief either, Mammy,
gpt
When that Maid Norah goes about killing flies by the dozens, does she call herself a murderer? demanded Mother Graymouse with indignation.
human
When that old black Tom gobbles up an innocent mouse for his supper, does she call him a murdering beast? Neither are we thieves, went on Mother Graymouse hotly.
gpt
Even mice must live, and unless we eat we will surely die. It is very ill-natured of the Giants to begrudge us the few poor scraps that we are able to pick up. But don't ever let me hear of your eating any cake again, Silver Ears, even if it is stuffed with jam, without first showing it to me,
human
But, Mammy, I'm sure Ruth Giant would not give me cake that was not fit to eat.