human
My mother died some years ago, he said.
gpt
I don't know where my father is. He left us when I was a baby.
human
And do you make your living selling newspapers?
gpt
Mostly, but sometimes I carry bundles and run on other errands,
human
And where do you live?
gpt
Oh, I live with an old woman named Posey--that is, when I can pay for my bed. When I haven't the price I go down to the docks and find a bed among the boxes and things.
human
You poor boy! murmured Jessie, and something like tears came into her eyes. She turned to Laura.
gpt
Can't we do something for him?
human
Perhaps, answered Laura.
gpt
At any rate, we can give him some money.