human
What are you doing, Marjorie? Marjorie, tell to me? Up she lifted her curly head, (Oh, but her cheeks were rosy-red!) Shaking her curls right saucily,
gpt
I'm gathering apples! said she, said she,
human
I'm gathering apples!
gpt
What are you doing, farmer, pray? Jolly old farmer, say! Up he caught them both in his arms; Oh, the shrieks, the merry alarms! Closer clasping them lovingly,
human
I'm gathering apples! said he, said he,
gpt
I'm gathering apples!
human
The ebbing tide has left the sand All hard and smooth and white, And we will build a goodly fort, And have a goodly fight.