human
Bless me! exclaimed a voice close to her small ear, as she was attempting for the fifth time to roll out the paste quite as thin as she had seen Jefferson do,
gpt
Dear, dear Grandpapa! she cried, clasping her floury hands,
human
Jefferson? And where is he, pray? cried Mr. King irately.
gpt
Pretty fellow, to bring you down to these apartments, and then go off and forget you. Jefferson! he called sharply,
human
Oh, Grandpapa! exclaimed Phronsie in dire distress,
gpt
I sent him; Jefferson didn't want to go, Grandpapa dear, really and truly, he went because I asked him.
human
If you please, sir, began Jefferson, hurrying up,
gpt
I only stepped off a bit to the cellar. Bassett sent down a lot of turnips, they ain't first-rate, and
human
All right, said Mr. King, cutting him short with a wave of his hand,
gpt
Little Miss hasn't been alone but a few minutes,
human
And see, said Phronsie, turning back to her efforts, while one hand grasped the old gentleman's palm,
gpt
I've almost got it to look like Jefferson's. Almost, haven't I?
human
It will be the most beautiful pie, cried Mr. King, a hearty enthusiasm succeeding his irritability,
gpt
Do you? she cried in a tremor of delight,
human
That I will,
gpt
Then some day I'll come down here again, Jefferson, cried Phronsie in a transport,
human
It shall, said Jefferson stoutly, and seizing the rolling-pin with extreme determination.
gpt
You want a bit more butter worked in, here, a dab with skillful fingers, and a little manipulation with the flour, a roll now and then most deftly, and the paste was laid out before Phronsie.
human
Now, Miss, you can put it in the dish.
gpt
But is isn't my pie,
human
Not your pie?
gpt
No, said Phronsie, shaking her yellow head gravely,
human
Leave your fingers off from it, can't you? cried Mr. King sharply.
gpt
Goodness! this pie isn't to have a professional touch about it. Get some more flour and stuff, whatever it is you make a pie of, and let her begin again. There, I'll sit down and watch you; then there'll be some chance of having things straight. So he drew up a chair to the side of the table, first calling off Pete, the scullery boy, from his knives to come and wipe it off for him, and Mrs. Tucker who was in kitchen dialect
human
Tucker,
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Lor' bless you, sir, said Tucker, bestowing a final polish with her apron,
human
I don't want any observations from you, said the old gentleman, depositing himself in the chair.
gpt
There, you can go back to your work, Mrs. Tucker, and you too, Pete. Now I'll see that this pie is to your liking, Phronsie.
human
Grandpapa, she said at last slowly,
gpt
I think I'd rather have the first pie, I really would, Grandpapa, may I?
human
Bless my soul! Rather have the first pie? repeated the old gentleman in astonishment,
gpt
I think I'd rather do part of it, said Phronsie with great deliberateness,
human
So you shall! cried Mr. King in great satisfaction,
gpt
And, Jefferson, if you hadn't showed me how, I couldn't ever in all this world make Grandpapa's. Now give me the little plate, do.
human
Here 'tis, Miss,