human
Won't you come and see the new Rutherford boys, Mardy? We met them at Frances Silsby's the other night,
gpt
Dear me! she smiled.
human
I never would dream you were _new_ Rutherford boys if I espied you at a distance, but quite old ones. I am glad to see you.
gpt
We are glad to be here, said the oldest boy, shaking heartily the motherly hand held out to him, and smiling back into the kindly eyes which always won young things, quadruped or biped, and were especially attractive to a motherless lad.
human
I am Basil Rutherford, this is my second mate, Bruce, and this my little baby brother Bartlemy. Stand up straight, Tom Thumb, and ask Mrs. Grey if she doesn't think you ought to be put in an incubator. We're so afraid we won't be able to raise him,