human
Put on plenty of sugar and cinnamon now, Dick advised from his precarious perch on the window-sill.
gpt
You’d ought to have tasted the cinnamon rolls Sally made while you were gone. She scrimped on the sugar and the cinnamon, you see, and you wouldn’t have known what you were eating. What’s the good of making cinnamon rolls at all, if you’re going to scrimp?
human
That’s right, Dick, Peggy agreed.
gpt
If you’re going to do anything, put enough into it so that it will amount to something when it’s done. Peggy was not given to lecturing her younger brother after the fashion of some girls, but she had a habit of hanging little sentence sermons on pegs which chanced to be available--cinnamon rolls, in this instance. And Dick, who would have turned sulky in a moment if he had suspected Peggy of
human
House is a-fire! House is a-fire!
gpt
O Dorothy! Peggy flew to the door, and turned in the direction in which the chubby finger was pointing. As she looked, the kitchen window in the next house was lowered and a cloud of black smoke escaped, accompanied by an odor which caused Dorothy to wrinkle her nose and say disgustedly,
human
Glad I don’t live in that house.
gpt
They let something on the stove burn; beans, I guess, said Peggy, sniffing wisely.
human
It’s dreadful trying to cook while you are getting settled after moving.