human
Why, it's my ewer, my favorite ewer, and it's all smashed to bits, and I never can match it again. You careless, clumsy, good-for-nothing creature!
gpt
Please, Selma,
human
Very well, Johanna. You are the mistress, I suppose; why don't you speak to your servant?
gpt
Come, now, seeing the girl hesitated,
human
It was the cat,
gpt
What a barefaced falsehood. exclaimed Selina.
human
You wicked girl, how could it possibly be the cat? Do you know that you are telling a lie, and that lies are hateful, and that all liars go to--
gpt
Nonsense, hush! interrupted Hilary, rather sharply; for Selina's