human
Don't you believe, Sammy, questioned Nan, with her tired cheek against her husband's broad shoulder,
gpt
I think I should be, returned Sam Burnett, falling in with his wife's mood,
human
Not much else. Nan smiled contentedly. Then suddenly:
gpt
O Sam--the presents aren't all tied up! We must hurry back. This is the first Christmas Eve I can remember when the rattling of tissue paper wasn't the chief sound on the air.
human
If this thing goes off all right, mused Burnett, as he examined the stoves once more, before putting out the lights,
gpt
There go pretty near every one of the Fernalds, down to the station. Land, but there's a lot of 'em, counting the children. I suppose they're going to meet Guy's wife's brother, that they've got up here to lead these Christmas doings to-night. Queer idea, it strikes me.
human
of her