human
I say, Min, said Archie looking in at the parlour door, where Minnie, Seymour, and Ned were each engaged in staring out at the rain as it poured, and whirled, and beat upon the glass, as if in glorious enjoyment of some long-meditated revenge.
gpt
I say, they are all out down-stairs, and there's a jolly fire there. Let's go down into the kitchen and eat apples.
human
Will any of you come?