human
Good-by, sang out Joel, whom the stage driver had taken up beside him.
gpt
Here we are, off for the little brown house. G'lang!
human
Don't let me look--oh! don't let me look, cried Polly in the old gig, and twisting around, she hid her face against the faded green cloth side.
gpt
I ought not to see the little brown house before Mamsie and the others do.
human
I'll turn down the lane, said the little doctor,