human
No, said Betty again;
gpt
I have made a discovery. Scotch heather does not grow here in this airless sort of place. Sylvia and Hester, Margaret was good enough to show me what she calls heather. There are a few straggling plants just at the other side of that bit of common. I don't want ours to die slowly. Our plants shall go at once. No, we don't water them. Sylvia, go into your garden and pull up the plant; and, Hester, you do likewise Go, girls; go at once!
human
But, Betty----
gpt
You had better not cross her now,
human
Let's make a bonfire, she said.
gpt
I sometimes think, she added,
human
It all seems quite dreadful to me,
gpt
It is right, replied Betty;
human
Oh, have you? exclaimed Olive.
gpt
If--if Mrs. Haddo knew----