human
So the horses are to go up next week, Dad, are they? It is a bit of a wrench to say good-bye to you, Val, said the girl, as she laid her hand lovingly on the neck of a great up-standing chestnut,
gpt
True, Kate, and I can't bear to shoot the old fellow, and yet what are _we_ to do with a pensioner now?
human
Shoot him! No, father, we'll keep the bullets for other billets. A loyal servant and friend like Joe has as much claim on you as your daughter has; and whilst we have bread and cheese we can find Joe in fodder. Poor old fellow, I believe he would rather eat his litter with us than old oats in a strange stable.