human
Are you counting the freckles? she asked demurely, smiling at him from the depths of her white bonnet.
gpt
I fear you will not have time to make a complete inventory of all the freckles, needle-pricks and bruises; besides, it is some time since I heard voices, and we are far from the meeting-house. Uncle Hiram would think it no light offense to be late at afternoon service--and there is Betsy yonder by the big oak on the hill, waving and beckoning frantically. Let us join her at once.
human
Yes, we must hasten,
gpt
The Final Perseverance of the Saints,