human
That's exactly what we planned to do, Polly, said Mrs. Latimer.
gpt
I sent Katrina to the drugstore for the pills, just now. But you run back and enjoy yourself, dear, as you can do nothing for Tom. He's like all men--as grouchy as a bear with a sore head, the minute anything ails them.
human
Was this all the sympathy he was to win for his self-appointed martyrdom?
gpt
I haven't seen Tom before, today, to wish him a merry Christmas and to give him my present.
human
Oh!