human
Hurrah! here's a bully snow-storm! Now we'll get some snow-balling. Say, Nell, won't you help me build a real big snow-fort with high walls that we can stand behind, and fire snow-balls at the boys?
gpt
Oh, Rob! said Nelly,
human
I'm afraid mamma won't let you play in the snow yet: your throat isn't well enough; but by next week I think it will be. We'll have snow right along now all winter.
gpt
Oh, dear! said Rob, fretfully:
human
Why, Rob, replied Nelly,
gpt
Did she? exclaimed Rob;
human
Oh, yes! you can, answered Nelly,
gpt
I hate to be bundled up so, said Rob.
human
It's as hot as fury; and, besides, it makes the boys laugh; last time I went out so, Ned Saunders he stood on his father's store steps, when we stopped there,--mamma wanted to buy a broom,--and Ned called out, 'By-by, baby bunting, where's your little rabbit skin?' I shan't go if mamma makes me wear that red shawl, so!
gpt
I don't care: I shouldn't mind. If Ned Saunders had the sore throat, he'd have to be wrapped up just the same way. Boys are a great deal hatefuller than girls. No girl would ever say such a thing as that to a girl if she was sick, or to a boy either.
human
No, I don't suppose they would, said Rob, reflectively.
gpt
Girls are nicer than boys some ways: that's a fact.