human
It is true, said he to himself,
gpt
I am not guilty of this sin; but let this accusation set me on examining myself, and truly repenting of all my other sins; for I find enough to repent of, though, I thank God, I did not steal the widow's apples.
human
Who would have thought it! This is master's favorite! This is Parson Wilson's sober Tommy! We sha'n't have Tommy thrown in our teeth again if we go to get a bird's nest, or gather a few nuts on a Sunday.
gpt
Your demure ones are always hypocrites, says another.
human
The still sow sucks all the milk,
gpt
Sir, said the boy,
human
I can't go; I am so big I am ashamed.
gpt
The bigger you are the less time you have to lose.
human
But, sir, I can't read.
gpt
Then it is high time you should learn.
human
I should be ashamed to begin to learn my letters.
gpt
The shame is not in beginning to learn them, but in being content never to know them.
human
But, sir, I am so ragged!
gpt
God looks at the heart, and not at the coat.
human
But, sir, I have no shoes and stockings.
gpt
So much the worse. I remember who gave you both. (Here Dick colored.) It is bad to want shoes and stockings, but still if you can drive your asses a dozen miles without them, you may certainly walk a hundred yards to school without them.
human
But, sir, the good boys will hate me, and won't speak to me.
gpt
Good boys hate nobody, and as to not speaking to you, to be sure they will not keep your company while you go on in your present evil courses; but as soon as they see you wish to reform, they will help you, and pity you, and teach you; and so come along.
human
For he is about our bed, and about our path, and spieth out all our ways.