human
I have sent him to the other end of the room, observed Miss Jellyby, drawing her chair nearer ours,
gpt
It's of no use hoping, though it's very kind of you! returned Miss Jellyby, shaking her head.
human
Pa told me, only yesterday morning (and dreadfully unhappy he is), that he couldn't weather the storm. I should be surprised if he could. When all our tradesmen send into our house any stuff they like, and the servants do what they like with it, and I have no time to improve things if I knew how, and Ma don't care about any thing, I should like to make out how Pa _is_ to weather the storm. I declare if I was Pa, I'd run away!
gpt
My dear! said I, smiling.
human
Your papa, no doubt, considers his family.
gpt
O yes, his family is all very fine, Miss Summerson, replied Miss Jellyby;
human
I am sure I pity Pa to that degree, she said,