human
Little Prue-sing, poor little thing! Lived upon 'lasses and rice, But she turned up her nose and said: 'Under the rose, I'd rather have something more nice.' But I said: 'O my Sweet, it will give you small feet, And won't you consider the price?'
gpt
as Rob called her, said, hastily:
human
We've a Japanese kitten, so we oughtn't to mind being just a trifle Mongolian, Prudy. Come here, Kiku-san.
gpt
Prudence, mavourneen, the Grey dawn is breaking, sang Rob, with immense expression.
human
And you know it is always darkest before dawn. Just wait--only wait a little while longer, my child, and Patergrey will compress all our troubles with his coal-dust, and consume them forever. Wait for the machine, Goldilocks.