human
Let me get Albert away from all this smoke and grime, his mother pleaded--or argued--or demanded, dramatically.
gpt
Let me give him the pure country air. Let me give him the right things to eat and drink. Let me look after his poor little clothes,--if (with another half-sob)
human
Yes,
gpt
You see how it goes! Raymond finally said to me, one evening, in the shadow of the orchestrion.
human
And what she will dress him in _this_ time...!