human
I'll stop crying, then; but I'm afraid everybody thinks I'm a great baby.
gpt
Oh no, dear! said Grandma Elsie,
human
And I must beg your pardon for frightening you so, my wee bit bonny lassie, said Mr. Lilburn, stroking her hair.
gpt
I'll try to atone for it, one o' these days, by telling you and the other bairns the finest stories I know.
human
Won't you please tell one now, Cousin Ronald, to comfort Gracie?
gpt
A very disinterested request, no doubt, my little son, Elsie said laughingly, as she rose and took his hand to lead him from the room;
human
At Christmas play, and make good cheer, For Christmas comes but once a year.
gpt
When do our holidays begin, mamma?
human
Now, my child; we will have no tasks this afternoon. Instead, I give my five little folks an invitation to drive into the city with me. How many will accept?
gpt
I, thank you, ma'am,
human