human
Oho, Miss Mopsy, fooled again! Suppose you keep on trying, then.
gpt
Indeed, I will, cried Mopsy;
human
I expect there are a thousand boxes, each smaller than the other, and when I get to the end I'll find a bright penny, or something like that!
gpt
If you think that, said Uncle Steve,
human
I'll offer you two cents for the bundle as it is now; and then, you see, you'll double your money!
gpt
No siree! cried Marjorie,
human
Hurry up, cried Molly, who was dancing about, both helping and hindering Marjorie,
gpt
Just a hint I'll give to you; I'm of metal, tied with blue.
human
Metal, tied with blue! screamed Molly,
gpt
What can that be? A hoe, perhaps, tied up with a blue ribbon.
human
What kind of a hoe could you get in such a little box?
gpt
said Marjorie,
human
Very seldom you will use me, But you'd cry if you should lose me.
gpt
Ho! said Marjorie,
human
Perhaps it's a something for Sunday, suggested Molly,
gpt
Oh, what a funny verse this is,
human
I'm nothing to eat, I'm nothing to wear; You can only use me high up in the air.
gpt
I know what it is, said Stella, with her funny little air of decision;
human
I am not pretty, I am not gay, But you'll enjoy me every day.