human
I wish Phronsie had come, said Polly, as she and Jasper sorted the pins in the little wooden tray Candace kept for the purpose.
gpt
How many red ones you will have, Jasper--see--fifteen; well, they're prettier than the others.
human
Ef little Miss had come wid you, said Candace, emerging from the folds of a chintz curtain that divided the shop from the bedroom,
gpt
Oh, Candace! exclaimed Polly, dropping the big pin she held, and allowing it to roll off the counter to the floor.
human
What a pity we didn't bring her! Do let us see the doll.
gpt
She's a perfec' beauty! repeated Candace in satisfaction,