human
This is the little girl I spoke of t'ye, said Dick looking at March, and patting the girl on her soft cheek with a hand that might have passed for a small shoulder of mutton.
gpt
She'll take good care of ye, March. I've told her what to do; but she don't need to be told. Now, see ye don't do yerself a mischief, lad, till I come back. It won't be long--a day or two, mayhap, more or less; but ye'll take that time to mend; you're worse battered than ye think of--so, good-day.