human
It’s Jimmy! Priscilla, it is Jimmy Dunn!
gpt
I got it, he exclaimed and held forth a wet, dirty and uninviting object, whose proximity caused Priscilla to take a hasty backward step.
human
What is it?
gpt
It’s a kitten, I think, Peggy replied doubtfully.
human
Yes, it is a kitten. Her uncertainty was less singular because the appearance of the poor bedraggled creature was so little suggestive of the kittens Peggy had known. Jimmy Dunn, however, regarded his prize with unalloyed satisfaction.
gpt
They was going to drown it, them smart kids, he said with a gesture that included all his late antagonists.
human
But they didn’t. I got it. And that ain’t all, you bet. Jimmy’s voice took on a portentous hoarseness.
gpt
I can’t lick ’em all to onct, but every kid in that bunch is going to get _his_, and don’t you forgit it.
human
I’m afraid you’re hurt yourself, Jimmy,
gpt
But you were crying,
human
I mostly bawl when I get mad, he replied.
gpt
Seems as if I couldn’t put up a good fight till I start cryin’. I’m going to the store and get a cent’s worth o’ milk for this kitten. Time it’s dry and cleaned up, and had some milk to drink, you wouldn’t know it.