human
A doll! exclaims Jane.
gpt
Why, is she a little girl?
human
She isn't _very_ big, says Cecil;
gpt
with a lingering cadence.
human
I like her next best to papa.
gpt
And you've only seen her once!
human
But--she kept me from falling on the rocks, you know. I might have been hurt ever so much more; why maybe I might have been killed!
gpt
You were a naughty little girl to run away,
human
I shall never run away again, Jane, Cecil promises, with solemnity.
gpt
But I didn't mean to slip. Something spilled out below and the tree went down, and Miss Violet was there. Maybe I should not have found her if I hadn't fallen.
human
Is she pretty?
gpt
Oh, she is beautiful! ever so much handsomer than madame.
human
I don't think any one can be handsomer than madame,
gpt
Now I can go to papa. And Cecil opens his door softly.
human
O papa, my hair is all curled, she cries, eagerly,