human
But Joey isn't Jennie! objected Bingo once more with determination. Bingo never left a question till he got an answer; even when Gavin smacked his head for bothering, which happened now and then. Father--the big, cheery father to whom the five had said their last good-bye one chilly morning close on two years ago at Crumach Station--had called Bingo
gpt
Why, you little ass, Joey won't rhyme with anything, that's all, and Jocelyn's even worse. And of course anyone can see who's meant, because Joey's the only one of us who has so much as a brass farthing to bless herself with.
human
And she's going to spend all her farthings on boot-laces,