human
I won't go away, mamma! I won't go! You can't make me. I'm not going away ever. I'm going to stay here.
gpt
Why, Arthur dear! said his mother,
human
Yes, I would! cried Arthur:
gpt
I've been thinking about it for ever so long. Flora can stay: she can dress and undress me; and I can live in Mrs. March's house, and sleep in Rob's bed. I asked Nelly, and she said I could. Rob can sleep on the lounge. I shan't go home. I hate New York; and if you take me back there I'll get sicker and sicker, and die; and I don't care if I do, if I can't stay here!