human
I declare, cried Louis, unconscious of the Spartan resolution his little sister was forming, and good naturedly seeking to turn her tears into smiles,
gpt
I do declare, I thought Helen was a pumpkin, bursting into the room with such a noise, wrapped up in this yellow concern. Mother, what in the name of all that's tasteful, makes you clothe her by night in Chinese mourning?
human
It was her own choice, replied Mrs. Gleason, taking the weeping child in her own lap.
gpt
She saw a little girl dressed in this style, and thought she would be perfectly happy to be the possessor of such a garment.
human
I never will put it on again as long as I live, sobbed Helen.
gpt
Every body laughs at it.
human
Perhaps somebody else will have a word to say about it, said her mother, in a grave, gentle voice.
gpt
When I have taken so much pains to make it, and bind it with soft, bright ribbon, to please my little girl, it seems to me that it is very ungrateful in her to make such a remark as that.
human
Oh, mother, don't,