human
Oh, mamma! what is it? and what smells so?
gpt
Only hartshorn, dear, said her mother, in a despairing tone.
human
I've upset it all over every thing. Go to sleep, dear: it won't smell so very long.
gpt
I'm going to get up just as soon as it's light. I hate this bed: don't you, mamma?
human
Yes, Nell, I do, said Mrs. March;
gpt
I would rather have sat up all night: but I am so tired and sleepy now I shall go to sleep, I think.