human
It was a good lift to get the book in, thought Ned.
gpt
I wish I'd greased the wheels.
human
Mast and sail! he shouted.
gpt
Who'd ha' thought of that! Hurrah!
human
I know how, thought Ned.
gpt
I can step the mast and hoist the sail, myself. Then I can tack all over the lake, without any hard work a-rowing.
human
and regretted that she had no
gpt
JUNE DAYS ALWAYS GROW WARMER, RAPIDLY, IF YOU ARE SHOVING A HAND-CART.
human
She hasn't any anchor, either, he said,