human
Do_ take your dinner, Miss Priscilla. Why, you ain't eating anything, hardly, said the wicked little wretch, as her fork went up and down from her plate to her mouth with the nearest approach to perpetual motion the horrified spinster had ever seen.
gpt
Just see how I'm getting along. This pie is really beautiful, Miss Priscilla. Oh, I love pigeon-pie; and only I know you'd rather see me eat it, I'd make you have a piece. There! I've finished! said Pet, pushing aside the empty plate, and leaning back in her chair in a state almost
human
gpt
Oh, that pigeon-pie was--was--actually divine! It just was, Miss Priscilla; and I'd come to see you every day if you'd only make me one like that.