human
Why, my dears! my dears! she said.
gpt
And wherever is the elder of you? Where do she be? Oh, then it's me is right glad to see you both!
human
We want to talk to you, Mrs. Miles,
gpt
And we want to kiss you, Mrs. Miles,
human
Dear, dear! Poor lambs! poor lambs! Now, this is dreadful bad, to be sure! But don't you mind how many tears you shed when you've got Mrs. Miles close to you. Cry on, pretties, cry on, and God comfort you!