human
By and by there came along a flock of petrels, who are Mother Carey's own chickens.... They flitted along like a flock of swallows, hopping and skipping from wave to wave, lifting their little feet behind them so daintily that Tom fell in love with them at once.
gpt
Water Babies on the sitting-room table.
human
No more just now, Peter-bird, she said;
gpt
I hear mother coming.