human
Mamma, said Bella, in her shrill, childish accents, as she opened and shut the carriage window and drummed against the seat with her feet,
gpt
Child, do not torment me so with your chatter,
human
It is very unkind of Uncle Rudolph to send us away, the child continued, without heeding what her mother said.
gpt
You know we have no silver dishes to eat from in B——, have we, mamma? Shall we dine at a restaurant, mamma? and will you dress your own hair while Caroline washes and irons? Why——
human
Silence!