human
Will you please play us a tune, uncle? But Uncle Pullet never gave a too ready consent.
gpt
We'll see about it,
human
Hush, ye pretty warbling choir had been played, her face wore that bright look of happiness, while she sat still with her hands clasped, which sometimes comforted her mother that Maggie could look pretty now and then, in spite of her brown skin. But when the magic music ceased, she jumped up, and running towards Tom, put her arm round his neck and said,
gpt
O Tom, isn't it pretty?
human
Look there, now!
gpt
Why don't you sit still, Maggie?
human
Little gells mustn't come to see me if they behave in that way,
gpt
Why, you're too rough, little miss,