human
Your pappy will come to-night, baby, she said, softly.
gpt
It's Saturday, and your pappy will come to-night, sure.
human
Mend the fire, Lisette, please. It's cold. And, Lisette, please watch out down the road. Sometimes Joe comes early Saturdays.
gpt
No Joe yet, she said, with a sympathetic glance toward the bed. She looked at the thick gray clouds, and added,
human
Heap snow soon.