human
I did not like it, Mammy dear, whispered Sylvy, as she clung round her astonished mother's neck.
gpt
I wanted a muslin gown; but madam had laid this by long ago, and I could not thwart or grieve her, she is so very good to me.
human
No more you could, Sylvy. The gown is amazing fine, to be sure; but as long as my Sylvy's inside of it I won't gainsay the gown. It ain't a speck too pretty for the wearer, dear.